Archive for February, 2006

Monday, February 27th, 2006

back to work early today.

Monday, February 27th, 2006

worst name ever.

Monday, February 27th, 2006

site update.

Monday, February 27th, 2006

feelin good today. some cocoa pebbles, then i’m getting started.

Monday, February 27th, 2006

back to revising.

Monday, February 27th, 2006

barrelhouse updated.

Monday, February 27th, 2006

website updated.

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

if the fan who got hit in the face by Kevin Garnett’s soft toss into the stands is married, I hope his wife divorces him out of shame for his being wheeled out of the arena on a gurney.

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

story due Thurdsay, which means i’m frantically revising.

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

From George Saunders’ story, "The Falls":

"But some kind of moment in the sun would certainly not be unwelcome. If only he coul dbe a tortured prisoner of war who not only refused to talk but led the other prisoners in rousing hymns at great personal risk. If only he could witness an actual miracle or save the president from an assassin or win the Lotto and give it all to charity. If only he could be part of some great historical event like the codgers he saw on PBS who had been slugged in the Maymarket Riot or known Mdger Ever or lost beatific mothers on the Titanic. His childhood dreams had been so bright, he had hoped for so much, it couldn’t be true that he was a nobody, although, on the other hand, what kind of somebody spends the best years of his life swearing at a photocopier?"

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

R.I.P. Don Knotts, aka the original Screech Powers.

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

driving to the airport. Coming back with a significantly emptier car.

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

quick breakfast before going to the airport.

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

expect some website updates today.

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

end of a good week.

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

helping my lady friend pack up the suitcase, then heading to bed.

Saturday, February 25th, 2006

From "Sea Oak," by George Saunders:

"And what happens in a dangerous craphole? Bad tragic shit. It’s the freaking American way– you start out in a dangerous craphole and work hard so you can someday move up to a somewhat less dangerous craphole. And finally maybe you get a mansion. But at this rate you ain’t even gonna make it to the somewhat less dangerous craphole."

Saturday, February 25th, 2006

watching some TV, relaxing to end a completely non-stressful week.

Saturday, February 25th, 2006

out for dinner and drinks with a couple of rich guys

Saturday, February 25th, 2006

finished with a super double secret project that I probably shouldn’t be mentioning on here in the first place.

Oh well, no way to take it back now.