http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rT5LjOjDtRg
A quixotic war against whitefly; a simultaneous shrug; Woody hiding behind a newspaper. Thank you, youtube user “fleshsaturation”!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rT5LjOjDtRg
A quixotic war against whitefly; a simultaneous shrug; Woody hiding behind a newspaper. Thank you, youtube user “fleshsaturation”!
Bob’s in Washington, NC now.
I guess I have a reason to visit the Outer Banks this fall, and as often as I can now while he’s around.
Gonna miss you around here, buddy.
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Sunday means iced coffee and a book outside somewhere. These days it’s Kean Coffee.
Laptop use is popular on the outdoor patio at Diedrich, especially since the free wifi went in. There’s only a couple of working plugs at one end of the place, so people who want to sit elsewhere have brought in an indoor/outdoor extension cord. It usually snakes through the bushes and over to the other side and sits near a table.
And then it rains, and the end of the extension cord sits in a puddle. And then a partial solution occurs, kinda at the wrong end for a solution. Yes, I did go unplug it after I shot this.
Kerry Getz played D’s again tonight. She’s too good for this circuit. This isn’t the best-shot photo in the world but it captures her personality pretty well. She asked me right after that if I was one of the “infamous bloggers” and I didn’t really know what to say.
I let someone check his email with my Powerbook and have a friend for life, I think, because he got one email with a big new job for him to do and one back from the girl he likes.
Talked to Rachel and her friend.. Candy? They’re both college freshmen and full of excitement! which is great to hear.
Managed to avoid being murdalized by drunks or running over any of them as they skittered across 17th St. from the IHOP parking lot to Pierce Street Annex, Bar of the Damned.
Currently I am still in a cooking frenzy. I am simultaneously roasting a corned beast and making fish soup with a crapload of saffron in it.
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For some folks it’s not enough just to buy the F350 Super Duty truck. Or to buy the crew cab version. Or to get the “FX4 Offroad” package, lift it, and load it up with accessories. No, the important part here is causing a confrontation of some kind, using the truck, so that there can be some manhood and throwdowns and getting up in someone’s grill, as they say. A good way to do this is to take two parking spots in a suburban parking lot where you don’t belong, when all the other trucks are at the far end of the lot because their drivers were grownups.
changeng brought us the debut this weekend of this device. It’s a lot of things. A split keyboard. A dual-neck flying-V keytar. A “Sound Mixer”. A light show. $9.95 at “Big Lots!”. A really big mistake. An aleatory composition device that produces unpredictable sound patterns RIGHT OUT OF THE BOX! Ladies and gentlemen, the device Stuart affectionately calls “THE HUMP”: THE HMP-288!
D.Z. is standing outside looking uncomfortable in the cold in a windbreaker with the hood up. Enter MEDICATED BOB, who’s neither totally insane or totally okay today.
D.Z. looks even more uncomfortable as MEDICATED BOB approaches him.
MEDICATED BOB: Hi!
D.Z.: Hey.
MEDICATED BOB: I haven’t had a drink since Thanksgiving?
D.Z.: I haven’t had one for 22 years. It’s not something you brag about, it’s something you do.
MEDICATED BOB: [inaudible]
D.Z.: Don’t drink, take your meds, take it easy.
MEDICATED BOB exits into the coffeehouse.
D.Z.: Guys who do that shit, drinking when they’re taking, whatever, Klonopin for the psychosur.. psycho.. psychosomatic? No, all fucked-up. I tell them to stop the drinking first, then switch to Xanax or something, but no drinking, with that shit. Maybe with some Valium or whatever, not with that psycho stuff. Fucked-up.