Siber-Den

29 May 2003

In For The Long Haul

Paul Newman is 78 years old, and he hasn't gotten over the racing bug? Poor Kev. : )

17 May 2003

A FULL Day

I'm two and a half hours away from being up for 24 hours. I woke up yesterday morning at 6 a.m. after a really scary nightmare (starring Shadow Man with the fake smile, trying to entice me into joining in a dark feast...there's no deep symbolism in my dreams...really...it was a pitch dark restaurant full of diners : ). I've been wired and running full speed since.

We just finished seeing an amazing Randy Rogers show at the Firehouse, probably his best there ever, with good friends, John, Cathy, and Alex. The Midori and Stolis are taking their toll on me (made worse by the stomach bug I got over yesterday), but I don't want to go to bed just yet. Kev and I are listening to some Son Volt at the moment. Fitting. Kev interjects commentary through the lyrics and melodies.

Two hours and twenty five minutes from being up for 24 hours. Saturday isn't going to be easy.

[Posted at 03:31 on 05/17/03]

12 May 2003

Meds, Don't Fail Me Now

I'm getting sick of this constant haze.

[Posted at 00:58 on 05/12/03]

11 May 2003

A Boring Night Would Be Nice

*sigh* I can't believe I did what I did last night.

We joined John and Cathy at Rudz last night for burgers and then migrated over to a small venue a couple of blocks away to watch Michael Fracasso. We settled into front row chairs with drinks in hand and soon began to nod our head to the music. His music is pretty good. I was really beginning to enjoy it. He has a really clear, sweet tenor voice and his guitar playing is quite good. I enjoy watching the finger work at these shows we go to. It's pretty damn amazing. And this guy seems to be a great guitar player.

Anyway, at some point, John leaned over, said, I have to go, and left. It was a bit abrupt, and I had no idea what was going on. It was immediately followed by someone behind us saying something about that song being too subtle. Mr. Fracasso decided to be a bit more succinct and began a little ditty that went along the lines of, George go mow the lawn, or something to that effect. He added some commentary as well. At that point, I realized WHY John had left. I hadn't paid attention to the lyrics of the song. I hadn't even paid attention to the comments made before the song. It was the commentary that FOLLOWED the song that offended me and put my blood pressure through the roof. Kev looked at me after the comments and basically said, well, I'm going to the Firehouse. I got up and followed. Cathy remained for the rest of the show.

I was horrified that we left Cathy, but I had paid money to watch an artist SING, not expound on his political views. A song is one thing. And if he wrote it during a difficult time politically, I'll even give him that. The election was an amazingly stressful time for people on both sides. It's not an exaggeration to say that emotionally, we were in turmoil during that time. I can understand a songwriter finding fodder in that time. It wasn't the song that upset me, It was the commentary that followed.

Maybe I have thin skin when it comes to things like this. I've been wondering why I couldn't just sit and continue enjoying the music. I felt overwhelmingly offended. Kev has made the analogy that he doesn't go to work and start singing. And maybe there's something to that. I went to listen to someone sing and entertain me. If I'd known I'd have to sit silently while someone made light of my personal beliefs and political views, maybe I wouldn't have gone. I just wanted to hear music with my friends.

There's only one place I go that I'm a captive audience, honestly. Anywhere else, there is never a reason for me to sit when I don't want to sit. I wish I'd made sure Cathy was ok first and then left, at least. I was afraid I'd ruined a good friendship. All over some stupid, half-@ssed, erroneous commentary.

I'm glad Cathy is ok about all of this. She seems to be a very forgiving sort. One of the many reasons I love her.

Go, self discovery. : )

Update: And I love Scott too. : )

YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!

[Posted at 14:46 on 05/11/03]

06 May 2003

Multi-Faceted @ss

Ok, I may be a bad @ss and a weak @ss, but I'm also a weenie @ss.

We've had a mouse in the house for the past week or so. We heard it scurrying around for days before Kev finally saw the thing and confirmed its existence. (I'm also a goofy @ss...I was beginning to suspect a poltergeist).

After Kev saw it, he began to enumerate all the wonderfully wicked and lethal ways we should go about "disposing" of said vermin. Enter Callie. As I listened to him talk about poisons and rat traps and guns and fire bombs, I once again logged onto my trusty search engine and found a local outfit that sells LIVE rat traps. I ordered one, and it arrived two days later. We set it up in the kitchen, and six o'clock the next morning, awoke to Kiwi and one heck of a lot of commotion in the kitchen. We didn't notice at first, but sitting inside the top of the trap was our uninvited little house guest....gray, about six inches long, and hissing and spitting at everything and everyone in sight.

I really am a weenie @ss. Can anyone guess what I did next? We really did need to get some more sleep. And Kiwi wasn't just going to sit idly by as that little creature made noise in the kitchen. So, I carefully picked the trap up and put it on the side porch. I'd decide later how to dispose of it. Maybe take it over to the bayou. But after placing it on the porch, I witnessed the poor thing try and try and TRY to squeeze through the little openings in the cage. Yep, I began to feel sorry for the damn little thing.

I let it go right there.

And we haven't seen or heard it since.

[Posted at 02:20 on 05/06/03]

04 May 2003

Smoke, Smoke Go Away

Ok, today is a high-alert day for us because of forest fires in Mexico.

Thank goodness I'm on excellent meds.

Kiwi, grab your leash. It's the dog park and the Buffalo Bayou Trail for us.

[Posted at 15:37 on 05/04/03]

03 May 2003

Go Me!

I'm such a bad @ss. The washing machine has been giving me problems the past few weeks. For some reason, the hot water and warm water were ok (although the warm was a little less ok), but the cold was completely sputtery. Not much water at all coming out and the damn thing made an awful sputtery noise as it tried.

I love the internet. I looked up some key words the other day and diagnosed the problem. I lifted the washer lid, the MAIN lid, this morning and took a look at the part that needed replacing before I headed over to the appliance parts store, and voila! We have cold water again. Kev helped me move a clamp on a hose cuz I'm not only a bad @ss, I'm also a weak @ss. Still, easy. *polishing fingernails*

Of course, it will suck if we get home later and the house is full of water. : )

[Posted at 15:43 on 05/03/03]

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