Way to go Nate!
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Much ~ma to your grandmother, Nora.
Ginger, I hope this all passes quickly. A death in the family is stressful enough without all the family craziness.
Congrats to Nate on his report card!
Thanks for the hugs and moral support. It makes a difference because I really am pretty isolated here in the belly of the beast.
Just heard a track from my album will be played on Adventures in Sound 91.7 Austin tomorrow. No one in my household knows or cares, but it's a nice pick-me-up for me.
I hope Buffistas have splendid Fridays, an aperitif to a sumptuous weekend.
That's wonderful, Spidra! And way to go, Nate!
Diamond shoes problem: Monday afternoon. On the one hand, there's a guest lecture, once in a lifetime opportunity to hear Carlo Ginzburg speak about historiography. On the other hand, there's the first meeting that I cannot miss or I won't have the basic knowledge to go through the entire cool programing/robotics/electricity-taming workshop I want to participate in.
Stupid brain with too many hobbies.
Shir, can you arrange to have a digital recorder in one or the other place?
Probably. The logical thing would be recording Ginzburg. But missing the chance to see him with my own eyes... I can always download podcasts from other universities, but this is the real deal.
Just heard a track from my album will be played on Adventures in Sound 91.7 Austin tomorrow.
May it lead to some sales. Also, WooHoo!
Now it turns out the funeral home person who puts in obits wasn't expecting this one and left for the day. Having not heard anything, I called and the guy said that "we were sort of expecting for them to wait for momma to pass." That was what I was sort of expecting too. I don't know what happened between 6 last night and noon today to make them schedule this thing tomorrow. I'm the messenger, but if this guy doesn't manage to get the obit in in the next few minutes, I get to be the goat. Also, other family members are coming to the funeral, which probably means my family won't leave tomorrow.
Also, we're going to have a hard freeze, and what I should be doing is processing basil and lemon grass; picking the remaining vegetables; and bringing in or covering my tender plants.
Gah, Ginger. Do you have any friends who could come and help you with the harvest and frost-proofing?
According to comments on a NY Times blog post, I am living an unhealthy, aberrant lifestyle. Woo!
What's the alternative? Quiet desperation.