April 2009

Yet another Alien Blue log line…

I don’t know if it’s perfect, but this one actually rings true: Loud-mouthed bar owner must convince mayor to ditch an alien fugitive before invaders come to exterminate him and all “contaminated” humans. And there’s beer. I couldn’t get it down to Twitter-level (140 characters) without taking out the beer. To hell with it.

Easter.

Another iteration of celebrating a holiday for something you don’t believe in, but you do, but you don’t, but who wants to miss out on everything, you know? Is it just for the kids or not? I got the existential; I just ain’t got the angst. We cheerfully dyed eggs on Friday night. I like …

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Tea arrival.

I ordered some tea from Stash tea. Of all days, it arrived today, when I cannot truly appreciate anything other than the taste of salt and vitamins. (I had a six-fruits-in-every-bottle! white people juice with vitamins in it and all I could taste was the vitamins.) I had ordered pu-erh tea and some other stuff. …

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Fwhooooo!

Taught Ray how to elicit toots from a bottle today. As always, the experience of successfully teaching something comes to me as a miracle: I say stuff, and suddenly the light goes on, but the connection between the two isn’t as straight a line as the ego would like. She did the work. I just …

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