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| 2/29/2004 |
| Leap Post! |
Hey, a big YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY for Peter Jackson winning best director for the Lord Of The Rings trilogy (because, face it, that's what he really won for, not just the last of the series), and double that for LOTR:ROTK winning Best Picture, something that fantasy and sci-fi flicks almost never do. It's about time that genre got a little respect, as there have been very deserving films that never got any love in years gone past. I mean, which would you rather watch right now, Chariots Of Fire, or Raiders of the Lost Ark? Ghandi, or E.T. - The Extra-Terrestrial? I rest my case.
Had a lovely and relaxing weekend, and couldn't bring myself to go see Mel Gibson's Jesus movie, even though I know I eventually will. I'm dreading it, but I know I'll go. I'm one who thinks violence in movies is 100 times worse for the societal psyche than sex, and watching a Jesus movie termed by Roger Ebert as "the most violent movie I have ever seen," does not fill me with a virulent desire to see the thing. I did see two films this weekend, The Dreamers and Club Dread, both of which were chock full of copious nudity, and I came through the experiences unscathed, and excellently entertained (and not just by all the naked people, though they certainly didn't hurt). Now that I think about it, I can scarcely imagine two films that are more different from each other.
I also had a little bit of a new idea for something neat for the band to do, but I'm not going to share that yet. The idea has been met by enthusiasm all around by everyone who will need to be involved, and I can say that it's something I've never, ever done before in all of my recording career. I'm stoked about it.
Had a brief chat with my wonderful baby sister via cell phone today as well, as she zoomed off to one of her approximately 23 billion projects she manages to juggle. Things are going well in her neck of Los Angeles, which is to say she only comes home and bursts into tears of frustration a couple of times a week, instead of every day. Which is great! Ah, the life of the artist!
And yay for Leap Day, no more of these for another four years. Mine was good. I hope yours was, too. |
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| 2/25/2004 |
| The Late Show |
Well, I suppose it's probably too late for this, but what the hey: if you're reading this at home right now on Wednesday night, and your home is in the vicinity of Seattle, why don'tcha come on down to the Fenix Underground and see us play tonight, eh? It's only $5 to get in. We're on last of three, so we won't even start playing until 11:30 - 12:00 or so, so you got plenty of time. Yes, I know, it's a school night. Come on out anyway. We love ya.
POSTSCRIPT: My old buddy Sean Hester read this .Blog for the first time yesterday and said, "You seem angry." He's right, and that's a bummer, and I'm sorry. I'll try to be more cheerful in the days to come. |
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| 2/24/2004 |
| Simmered, Down |
Urgh. I've calmed down somewhat from my earlier posting, though I apologize for none of what I said in it. It's not like the president's decision to announce he's backing this amendment was a surprise. I'd hoped that, upon hearing his statements of last week that he found the hoopla in San Francisco "troubling", that maybe that meant he was finding some compassion somewhere in that Grinchy heart of his. That what he saw there wasn't depraved or horrible - that instead these were people who really loved each other, some that had been waiting for decades to say "I do" to each other. That unlike 50% of the heterosexuals that get married each year, these were people to whom the word marriage actually meant something.
I have friends and family that are gay. They are among some of the finest people I have the privilege to know. They can no more "choose" to not be gay than they can "choose" to wake up with green eyes instead of blue ones tomorrow. They are who they are, and they do not deserve to be discriminated against, simply because of what gender they are attracted to. They deserve the same rights that anyone else is entitled to. So Bush's endorsement of this amendment is an affront to the civil rights of people I care about, and I won't just sit back and be silent about it.
On the other hand, this .Blog isn't going to become some kind of running political commentary. Frankly, I'm not qualified to write something like that. But this .Blog is trying to be an honest reflection of the sensibilities and opinions of its author, though there are times when I do in fact censor topics (usually the ones that trigger a lot of spleen-venting) that I post about. This one seemed too important to pretend that it didn't affect me.
And I'm going to hope that there's enough common sense left in America to defeat this incredibly stupid amendment. |
| 3:15:19 PM |
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| The President Is A Bigot |
The president has come out in favor of an amendment to the Constitution of the United States that will define marriage as a union between a man and a woman. This president wants to legislate discrimination against a minority in our country. So not only is he attacking the rights of gay people and infringing upon their right to their own pursuit of happiness, he wants to soil the most important document that our country is founded on.
Well, fuck you, Mr. President. Fuck you very much. Fuck you and all those crazed religious zealots that hide behind the Bible and Jesus as their excuses to spread their own intolerance and hatred. Those people are no different than those nutcases that flew airplanes into buildings - it's just that in THIS country, they have the power and the money. They don't HAVE to resort to desperate measures. But this attack on the Constitution is still a form of terrorism. And if it stands... if this amendment actually comes into being, which I have to believe even now, is impossible - well, I don't know. It's too mind-blowing to even consider.
It's not as if I've ever supported this president. I didn't vote for him in 2000 and there was no way I was gonna vote for him this year. But I've always tried to believe that he was at heart a decent fellow. Now I know that this was more credit than he deserves. His reign can't end soon enough for me. Argh. I'm too angry about this to even try and comment intelligently. There's some really great stuff about this on Andrew Sullivan's Blog. If you don't know who he is, he's a conservative writer who used to edit The National Review. He's been an ardent supporter of the president and the war in Iraq. He's also gay. |
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| 2/22/2004 |
| Infamy! |
If you need any further proof about what kind of dork I am, the following made me exceedingly happy on Friday afternoon:
This is a piece of the Fenix Underground's weekly ad in the local free "culture rag", The Stranger. Since The Rocket went bye-bye a coupla years back, The Stranger has kind of become the "music mag" of choice in Seattle. For whatever reason, I get really happy seeing our name in print, and somebody even put a little teeny photo of us on there (must have cribbed it from the Web site, since we don't have an official "band photo" yet). Yes, I'm a dork, but I think it's a neat thing. Never seen an original band I've been in with their name printed that big in a publication before. And it's not like The Stranger would ever say anything nice about us on their own, anyway - we're not "alternative" or "punk" enough for their sensibilities. I'm sure they'd make merciless fun of us, since we can actually play our instruments and we try hard to write interesting music. Believe me, if you're trying to attain "street cred", there is no surer route to failure in attaining it than by playing music really well. But if we were to dress like New York hipsters circa 1968, and if during our performances we treated the crowd with contempt and made lots of awfully loud mistakes (which don't matter because it's all about "attitude", maaaaaaaaaaaan), we'd be the town darlings. Heh. |
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| 2/18/2004 |
| Usenet Riot |
Yesterday I was responding to a post on a Usenet newsgroup I frequent, when a wave of anger swept over me that I didn't see coming. The post I was replying to had touched an old raw nerve, so I filled my reply with all kinds of bile and ill will, and hit the "Submit Post" button before I could stop myself. When I saw it had shown up in the newsgroup, I read what I had written and felt ashamed. Little blasts of blackness have been knocking on the mental door a LOT lately... and I don't know where they come from. When I occasionally surrender to them, nothing good comes of it. Adding more negativity to a world that's already saturated with it is a bad idea.
It's not depression. I'm not at the end of any ropes. I guess there's a feeling of general unease, possibly frustration. Maybe it's world events, the political maelstrom of an election year that's just getting going. A feeling of disconnection with a large number of my countrymen. Sometimes it feels like America has completely abandoned its senses.
What I try to do when all this swirls around in my head is think about how lucky I am that these ephemeral "problems" are what disturb me, rather than say, problems of survival. I don't have to worry about where my next meal is coming from. Or about whether I might get shot in the street when I head off to work. That these issues in my brain are not really problems at all - some might call them luxuries.
I think I need to stay away from newsgroups for a while. |
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| 2/17/2004 |
| And Now, Haiku |
Coughing - yet again.
Ungodly phlegm supply. Blast!
Please - to breathe freely!
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| We're on LAST at the Fenix on 2/25/2004! Details! |
| Just wanted to add an update about our show next week at the Fenix in Seattle. We're on LAST of three bands that night, so... our set time won't be until 11:30 or some ridiculous hour like that. Sorry. We do what we can with the slots we're offered, and right now, like it or not, we're nearly completely unknown in our home town. So, we take the last slot on a Wednesday night and smile purty about it. Also on the bill: Wonderkind and Monotone Pictures. Please take a nap and then come see us! |
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| 2/16/2004 |
| Band Of Sickies |
Everybody in the band is sick today, except me. Although technically, I'm still recovering from my second illness of the season, the head cold that showed up a little over a week ago. So, because everybody is sick, we won't be rehearsing tonight, which is a bummer because I look forward all week to rehearsals. We've been sounding really, really good of late. It's also been fun because we've been working on some new songs to play. Hopefully when we play the Fenix in Seattle a week from Wednesday, we'll have two new songs in the setlist. Mostly it's up to me to be able to do a decent enough job on the lead vocals to make the stuff sound good. I think I should be able to handle it. The "playing-and-singing" task gets ever easier the more I do it these days, even with some of the nutty crazy material we're doing in the new tunes. Now, remembering all the words is another issue altogether. Even without rehearsal tonight I expect a busy week - I meet with the tax lady next Saturday, so I'll be compiling my yearly dissertation of stats n' receipts and whatever else I need for that exciting appointment. I don't expect as big of a refund as I sometimes get this time; I spent five months collecting unemployment last year, which ended up being just over $10,000, which of course comes to you without any federal taxes removed from it when they pay it out. So we'll see how it affects the bottom line on Saturday.
I spent the weekend hiding in the dark. That is, in darkened movie theaters. Hitchcock's Rear Window was the Egyptian's midnight movie this week, so that was a must-see. It brought home how much better an experience it is seeing movies projected real big instead of watching them on TV. I've watched the DVD of Rear Window several times, but it really is amazing how much more detail you can see when you watch the film projected all large-like. Really an incredible set, that faux New York skyline they made. I know I'm supposed to like Vertigo better if I want to be a real Hitchcock snob, but sorry, I just don't. I can see the arguments that the characters in Vertigo are more psychologically deep and all that. But Rear Window is just 1) more FUN and 2) stars Grace Kelly. The End.
That night, Saturday, was supposed to be a double-feature night at the Egyptian for me, as I intended to catch the regular feature they're showing there, Touching The Void ahead of the midnight movie. Alas, I left at a time that wouldn't leave me much wiggle room should there be any traffic at all, or any kind of interruption - like being nearly out of gas, for example. The gas indicator popped on when I was almost to Bellevue on I-90. Longtime .Blog readers know that since last year's Intervention Of The Apron Man incident, I don't take it well when the "low fuel" indicator pops on in my car. So, I pulled off onto Bellevue Way to take some petrol, darling. Which bummed me all over the dang place, my double-feature plans seemingly dashed as they were. Then I remembered that I was five minutes away from the Bellevue Galleria theaters, and I figured they might be showing something that would kill the time until I needed to get to the Egyptian for Rear Window, and in so doing reinstate my double-feature desires. Lucky me, a movie called The Triplets Of Belleville was starting in 15 minutes. I zipped over to the Galleria, and made it to my seat before the first trailers began! Huzzah! But would this last-minute movie substitution be any good? Um. Yes, it would indeed.
Now, let's talk about this movie, The Triplets Of Belleville. Oh. My. God. If you are a fan of animation at all, maybe you're one of those who thinks that traditional "2-D" animation (a la Classic Disney) is dead now that Pixar are the Gods Of All Time, you must stop what you are doing right this minute and go see this movie. It is flat-out crazy good. There is almost no dialogue, and what there is, is in French. But I have not seen such a fantastic display of innovation, beauty, and pure invention in a movie since, well... well, since Pixar started their run. I knew a little about what I was getting into, as I had heard a review of this movie on NPR. I don't know that I would have picked it to see if I hadn't, and I don't know that I would have made an effort to see it if it didn't fit into my botched Saturday double-feature, but I am so glad I saw it. You wanna see a movie and feel really happy? Go see The Triplets Of Belleville.
Then last night I decided I had to catch LOTR: The Return Of The King one more time at the Cinerama before it finishes its run there in two weeks. I figured that the movie's been out now for two months, I might have the place largely to myself on a Sunday night. Right? Wrong. When I got to the theater, the line was around the block, as anyone who's ever gone to the Cinerama when a "big" movie is playing there can immediately visualize. Still, I got in, and got a good seat in the middleish in the front section. I like to sit there because, especially for "epic" films, I want to feel immersed in it. And honestly, it's fun to watch big movies with a crowd that's all primed and ready for it.
Except last night, it was my night to sit in front of The Loud People.
Usually, The Loud People are evil Teenagers, Spawns Of Satan. It's really easy, for me, at least, to turn around to such Loud People, and politely tell them to shut the fuck right up, if they don't want to be brutally murdered (Cue Trailer Guy voice: "One maaaaan. A New York Coooop. A BREW-TUHL MURRRRR-DEEERRRRR..."). Unfortunately, this time The Loud People were a middle-aged couple, AKA People Who Should Know Better. They looked like they probably went to Woodstock. The original one. Unlike Teenaged Hellspawn, who only understand violence and profanity (it's their MUSIC, don't cha know), when confronted with elder folk Who Should Know Better, I have a harder time letting out my Inner Axe-Murderer. I knew I was in trouble when they were showing the trailer for the new Harry Potter movie and the guy let out an incredibly loud "WHOOO-HAWWWW!" at an incredibly inappropriate time, followed by a cataclysm of coughing that went on for the next thirty or so seconds. He went on doing that for the ENTIRE MOVIE. It got so I started trying to guess which line would provoke the next outburst - it was always the most inappropriate one. Gandalf would say something like, "The great battle of our time is upon us," in his gravest tone, and suddenly Loud Guy behind me would let fly a giant "HAHAHAAHAAAHAWWWHAWWWW-HHAAAWWW!!"
I will say that it didn't stop me from enjoying the movie. I did. But all the way home I was daydreaming about the little announcements reel that I was going to show at my movie theater that I'm going to build for myself and my friends when I grow up. It will probably include something like the following: "THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU DID NOT PAY TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK. THEY PAID TO WATCH THE MOVIE. YOU ARE NOT AT HOME, WATCHING YOUR TV. YOU ARE IN A PUBLIC PLACE, THAT IS SOMEWHAT SACRED TO SOME PEOPLE. THESE PEOPLE HAVE ONE REQUEST OF YOU: SHUT THE FUCK UP, AND ENJOY THE MOVIE." I suppose I'll need a PG-13 version for the kiddie shows.
But I'm really glad I went to the 'Rama last night, because I found out that The Second Annual Reel Cinerama Film Festival is coming there in March. Among the events: How The West Was Won shown in actual 3-strip Cinerama, 2001: A Space Odyssey and Lawrence Of Arabia being shown in their full 70MM glory... oh man. I'm so going.
Today's .Blog soundtrack:
"As Heaven Is Wide" - Garbage
"Night Bird" - Deep Forest
"It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" - R.E.M.
"Exhuming McCarthy" - R.E.M.
"By-Tor And The Snow Dog" - Rush
"Kedgeree" - Mike Keneally & Beer For Dolphins
"The Struggle" - Galactic Cowboys
"Man In A Box" - Alice In Chains
"The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies" - Faith No More
"Wanted Man" - Ratt
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| 2/12/2004 |
| Fer Giggles |
| I realize that there hasn't been a whole lot of talk about music on this .Blog for a while. I do intend to rectify that, honestly. In the meantime, I just uploaded a couple of MP3s that most of you will have never heard to the .Media page. They're a couple of songs recorded by my first real "band", Copper Einstein. I realized as I was uploading the songs that they were recorded when I was just 19 years old. It seems impossible that I was ever that young, but there you go. I hope they make you smile. |
| 8:47:16 AM |
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| Arigato |
I did a weird thing tonight. I went to see the late show of Lost In Translation at the Bellevue Galleria. I guess it's weird because it's a movie that's now available on video, and yet I went to see it (again) in the theater anyway. I had the entire place to myself - when I walked in, the first trailers were playing; so in case you were wondering whether movie theaters show movies even when nobody pays, there's your answer. Darn tootin', they do.
Lost In Translation opened last September, and I went and watched it and loved it back then, but that was before it got all of its richly deserved Oscar attention. It might be my favorite movie of last year - it certainly has one of the greatest movie endings I've ever seen. Last year it seemed like there were a lot of good movies that came out, but not too many great ones. Lost In Translation is one of the great ones. I walked out to my car when it was over on a happy little love buzz, madly in love (for the moment) with Sofia Coppola and Scarlett Johansson. The love buzz floated me all the way home to Snoqualmie, driving in the near pitch dark on a beautiful clear night, topped by a spectacular moon rise. Yes, I could've just picked up the DVD (and I will), but movies are meant to be seen on the big screen. I fought a mini-war in my mind about whether I should run out and catch the late movie before I actually went - I'm very glad I did.
Driving home, I thought about the other great movies I saw last year, and remembered Northfork, which is also now out on DVD. I recommend it highly. Unless you're the type that would actually buy the Bad Boys 2 DVD. In that case, you'd better skip Northfork. In fact, you might want to skip the country. |
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| 2/7/2004 |
| Rock Of Ages |
So one of the things that I've been doing at the iTunes music store is prowling the farther reaches of the catalog - going way, way, into the back, where everything's dusty and not picked over. You know, the section where, if you're caught browsing, you quickly stammer an excuse as to why you're there, it's your brother/sister/uncle's bar mitzvah/graduation/anniversary coming up, and, and, and...
That's right, I've been digging through the Butt Rock.
To anyone who didn't come of age in the mid-to-late 80's, like I did, Butt Rock is just a silly embarassment. All that hair. All that spray on it. All that spandex. All those guitar solos! My god, what a nightmare!
But you know what: all Butt Rock was not created equal. There are gems aplenty, if you know where to look - and there are some waiting for you if you've forgotten where to look.
I listened to this stuff a LOT when it was originally out there. I was a Teenage Metal Kid, and unapologetic about it. Well, maybe I was a little apologetic. I remember I hid my copy of Motley Crue's Shout At The Devil so my mother wouldn't see I had an album with a pentagram on the cover. I have an awful lot of Butt Rock on vinyl, 'cause that's what you bought when I was in high school (that or cassettes, but those sounded like ass). Man, it was such a different world. Hip-hop wasn't mainstream, and if you didn't live in a city, chances are you'd never even heard of it. Now, I probably couldn't sit through an entire album of Butt Rock, even my beloved records from high school (yes, I have a copy of Twisted Sister's "Stay Hungry" on vinyl) - but the "singles", if you can call them that - the very best Butt Rock songs - some of them still hold up. Some of those bands actually beat the odds and released some really great songs.
Case in point: Ratt. They wrote and recorded one perfect song in their career, and that's "Round and Round." Everybody knows it, even if they'd not be caught dead humming it to themselves on the subway. It's just as catchy as "Smells Like Teen Spirit," without the hipster cachet. So Ratt knocked that one out of the park. They also wrote some fabulous near-misses, and iTunes is the perfect tool for aquiring them. Nobody in their right mind would buy an entire Ratt album, but with iTunes, EVERY song is a single! Along with "Round And Round", I picked up a copy of "Lay It Down" which, if you've forgotten, let me assure you, rocks like a mofo. In fact, the only reason it's not as good as "Round And Round" is it's howler of a middle eight, where Stephen Pearcy tells his latest conquest in his best "sensitive manly man" tone, "I know you only want... ROMANCE" (don't worry ladies, Stephen's gonna give you ALL that he CAN). As a knee-slappin' good time, that section is wildly valuable, but it does knock the tune out of contention for the title of "Perfect Butt Rock Number." And after their second album, Ratt got lame, so. But man, being able to gobble up the good ones... it's like Lay's potato chips... you can't stop at just one.
It kills me that they don't have the Dio I'm interested in at iTunes, which would be the title track to his "Last In Line" album. I listened to that song so many times on my Bible-sized cassette Walkman riding on the school bus circa 1985. And there's all those great Scorpions singles. And "Still of the Night" by Whitesnake. And "Diary of a Madman" by Ozzy. There's a couple of tracks on Iron Maiden's "Piece of Mind" I'd like to grab. Nostolgia makes me think that the first two Motley Crue records might be good enough to purchase in their entirety. SIGH. So much Butt Rock, so little time. As I said, most of these albums I'd never want to listen to all the way through, so I'd never buy them on CD. But I'll shell out a dollar to get a copy of Def Leppard's "Photograph."
THAT is another Perfect Butt Rock Number. It's almost as good as "Stairway To Heaven." |
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| 2/5/2004 |
| Water If God Wills It |
What they call this, is creative paralysis. What you call it, is typical. It's not "blank page syndrome." You have to open your sketchbook or notepad or Word to have a blank page in front of you. Nope, you're not even getting to that point.
How many times have you been through this? You do realize that, even though no work is getting done, you're still showing creativity, right? What's really creative, what's always really creative, is your seemingly boundless means of finding ways to avoid that blank page. Lately, it was filling up that spiffy new iPod with every CD in your collection. After all, what good's an iPod with no music on it, right? And now that's done, you've got 7,222 songs, what iTunes reports as 23 days of material on that little magic machine. Every piece of recorded music you own now fits into the palm of your hand. How astounding that is!
And now you're re-reading Stephen King's entire Dark Tower series. What's the harm in that, after all? You got book 5 for Christmas, what, are you just going to not read it? And it's been so long since you'd read books 1 through 4, it makes complete sense that you'd need to read through those first. Several thousand pages of them. But that's OK, these stories are probably King's best work, it's worth it to savor every page. Books 6 and 7 will be out this year, but not for many months.
And when you finish Wolves of the Calla? What will you do then to avoid that blank page?
You'll think of something, won't you?
You realize, of course, that there's nothing to fear on that blank page. You've filled it many, many, many times before. You've got the albums to show for it. Why, only a few months ago, you went on a writing binge, filling up page after page, almost effortlessly! You did it every day for a month!
Yeah, but you're remembering how at the end of that month, the pressure you were putting on yourself started getting to you. That even though you had all day long every day to work (unemployed boy), that pressure, to do something, it nagged you to near exhaustion, such that eventually you remembered that you had a nice stack of video games downstairs that you hadn't even broken the seal of the packaging on.
You needed a break.
And how long has that break been now?
Oh, I understand. You're working again, after all! And then, whoops, the holidays were
upon you, and then you got Down With The Sickness, and it's only really been the last few days that you've started feeling your old self again. And then last weekend, you went out of town, I mean, clearly you've had an awful lot of distractions of late.
You've got a free weekend coming up, though. What will you do? Will you face that blank page? Will you even turn on that work station?
I'm pulling for you.
Today's .Blog soundtrack:
"The Fountain of Lamneth" - Rush
"One" - U2
"Seven Percent Grade" - Bryan Beller
"Discotheque" - U2
"Shaman's Blues" - The Doors
"Flim" - Aphex Twin
"Take Some Petrol, Darling" - Sugarcubes
"Firestarter (Empirion Mix)" - The Prodigy
"Jesus, I/Mary Star Of The Sea" - Zwan |
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| 2/4/2004 |
| Six-Oh |
Today is my mother's 60th birthday. Happy birthday, Momma. Many more please, OK?
My mom just retired on the first of the year, and is now taking some time to be, in her words, "lazy." She worked in nursing for the Virginia State government for 33 years, and now she's done with that. Her own mom is still living, at a very spry soon-to-be 91 years young; so if genetics have any bearing, my Mom has got quite a lot of living to do yet.
We were talking a year ago about what this time of her life would mean; when she was young, her goals were to graduate college, be a nurse, get married, have kids, raise them. Well, unlike most people, she accomplished every single one of those goals she set out to do, with varying results, and now she's faced with figuring out what to do next. I don't know what she's going to do, but I plan on being supportive regardless. Both of us chilluns are out here on the west coast, while she remains in the east. I don't think she'll come out here anytime soon, and even if she did, it wouldn't be to stay.
Anyway. I love you, Momma. |
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| 2/2/2004 |
| Buggy |
Well, now we are beginning to see just how buggy is this code I've written for .Blog display. In fact, it's very buggy indeed, for I never tested it to see what happens when I have .Blog entries spanning more than one calendar year. So, I must to be fixing it soon, I suppose. I shall now try to work up some enthusiasm for this task.
None yet.
Still no progress.
Maybe I'll think about this more tomorrow. |
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