There! I’m done messing with this stupid blog. I put it back the way it was (sorta). Hopefully, it’s now readable by everyone and doesn’t do any funny dances across the screen.
Please, please, please, tell me if you have problems reading this.
I hadn’t changed the blog layout since August 2002 and nobody ever complained.
Speak up!
I just finished reorganizing my blog using the default MovableType templates. Now, all the tags are “standard” and it should make updating the thing easier and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, frickedty blah.
I hate it.
At about 5:30 last evening, I was in heaven.
That’s because I was sitting in the warm evening breeze with my daughter’s head on my shoulder, watching the Montreal Expos take batting practice… the smell of popcorn and barbecue, pizza and hot dogs, wafting through the stadium, a nice, cold beer in my hand, and Jimmy Buffett playing on the loudspeakers. Heaven, I tells ya.
I’m no William Hung, but my musical ambitions had been a nagging sore at the back of my conscience for almost 20 years. It’s hard to get past all the excuses–no time, not good enough, no equipment, not good enough, no original material, not good enough, no band mates, not good enough… You get the picture. But in December I heard two things that finally pushed me into the deep end of the pool to sink or swim.
One bad thing my vacation brings for you is that I have time to play with my toys. Yes, I have been preparing an assault on your ears again, good people.
First up, my Gordon Lightfoot impression: Early Morning Rain
Next is my bad imitation of Warren Zevon. I made this tune up from the words to a really old song found in Carl Sandburg’s American Songbag. It’s called I Was Born Almost 10,000 Years Ago.
And here’s a link to the first one I did, if you’re so inclined to listen: Like A Hurricane
(Right-click and Save, please.)
When we moved here, we abandoned the traditional D&D system and started playing GURPS. This was mainly due to the fact that our GM friend was a GURPS-head, but also because in many ways GURPS is easier (and the older we I get, the lazier I become). In August, Steve Jackson Games will be releasing the first update to the rules since 1986–GURPS Fourth Edition.
1986? Holy crap! That was the year my son was born. I guess it’s about time then.
[ via Tim Hall ]
*cough* *sputter* *spew*
I’m trying to move furniture around here, so the couch might look like it’s in a funny place until I get the TV situated. Go read somebody else’s blog for a bit. Just don’t forget to come back!
Nothing compensates for taking three 14-year-old girls to the Florida Mall like finding Heaven. For I have been to the mountain and seen Teavana.
And, yea, it was good.
I just steeped some extra fine Earl Grey. Ahhhhhhh.
Helpful tea-brewing tip: When you set the timer on the stove, make sure it’s really for 2 minutes, not 2 hours. I’m just sayin’…
Ah, blessed vacation.
The kids are on spring break, and I already got rid of saw one off on his mission to bring the message of peace, love and monkeys to a foreign people. I only hope that the American border guards will let him back in the country. After a week of living amongst the savages, he may have picked up some of their heathen ways (like bathing).
The other unholy terror child has spent the weekend pining for her brother’s companionship. To combat this, she’s had girlfriends sleep over for 2 of the past 3 nights. And let me tell you, there’s nothing like the peace and serenity of a house filled with 14-year-old girls.
Last night, after an orgy of pizza and Coke, they hauled out the Ouija board. Naturally, my nutso sainted spouse had to get down on the floor with them. Apparently, the giggling screams could be heard as far north as Minnesota. At least that’s what the smeghead I was on the phone with said. But I won’t talk about her, because I don’t want to be responsible for the wrath of Red Dwarf fans were I to let slip her disparaging remarks about one of the best shows ever. I’m just not that petty.
Now, I have a full week sitting before me like an overstretched slinky. I have my cunning plans to clean house, to finish a recording or two, to see a couple of spring training games, but they’re all subject to being snapped back in my face (or walked end-over-end down a staircase). Whatever. I have my coffee. And my computer. Tomorrow may bring a Whiny-inspired retaliation event from Canada or a slumber party from hell. I have no worries.
At least I’m not at work.
We put our eldest on a plane to Toronto this morning. He’s the advance scout for our Canadian takeover.
Be afraid, Canada. Be very afraid.
