Productive

A busy couple of days. In no particular order:

Picked up the futon, assembled it. We now have a guest bed, in a guest room. Woot.

Transferred some plants to bigger pots. Put trellis up for the tomatoes. Tied strings to existing trellis to encourage peas to climb more broadly. Mowed lawn. Applied “summer guard” . . . → Read More: Productive

Now this is goddamn news!

JWZ is now a mac user.

I’m still using my other Linux machine to read mail and run XEmacs, but I’m hoping to wean myself of that eventually, one way or another. If all goes well, then in six months or so, the only Linux machines I’ll ever have to touch will have no . . . → Read More: Now this is goddamn news!

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In Michigan, ever so briefly.

Flew in on Friday morning. redmed picked me up at DTW. Shocking thing of note: Detroit has a real airport now! It’s modern and clean, and even has a little automated tram to convey you from one end to the other of the truly monstrous “concourse A”.

We drove to . . . → Read More:

Martha’s Vinyard and stuff

Whole bunches of stuff to write, and neither the time nor the inclination to do it. Instead, I want to (a) work (b) sleep (c) clean the house. After that, I think it goes something like (d) find a place to plant my cucumbers (e) play Halo 2 online until my thumbs are numb.

redmed . . . → Read More: Martha’s Vinyard and stuff

What’s that?

Todays fun-time game is “what’s that sound?”

First round: My neighbor testing out his boat motor, with the boat up on the boat rack in his driveway. Wow that was loud.

Second round: The eerily doppler-shifted ice cream truck, as he hurtled down the street. It was off enough that it sounded like something out . . . → Read More: What’s that?

Plans and machinations

Planning out June, June is gonna be psycho.

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Vast Condom Horror in the Pacific

Today’s probably fake news item: huge floating reef made up of millions of disposed condoms has been discovered in the mid Pacific. The condom mass is two miles long, up to sixty feet deep, and in places so tightly compressed that a small plane could be landed on it.

Prove me wrong, people.

Ahhhhhhhh

Sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for traffic to clear (and for clear assurances that driving into Boston will be worthwhile today). The woman at the table next to me is growing steadily more and more irate as she tells the story of her ongoing family feud over grandmother’s jewelry. Finally I remembered that I . . . → Read More: Ahhhhhhhh

Weekend

Friends in town from MN this weekend. Todd, Laura, and their daughter Audrey (aka “the A dog”). Drove up to Salem today for a day of serious, serious kitsch. There seems to be cool stuff up there, but instead we took the “Witch Village” tour. The cemeteries and old houses were cool though. Also the . . . → Read More: Weekend

Contractors

Plumbers and contractors eat their young. They all do. It’s just how they are.

Finally got back in touch with the good contractor who was willing to talk to the city inspector. He’s bidding about a billion dollars just to do the plumbing, with the “pump in the basement floor to force the sewage back . . . → Read More: Contractors