January 14th, 2003



There was an idea in my head, and I was going to write something about it. By the time I was able to get to the computer, a couple of hours later, the idea had vanished. I can't even remember the subject. It seemed good at the time, too. I'm going to start carrying around one of those little spiral notebooks, so I can write things down as they occur to me. For years, I did that, but got out of the habit. (Well, actually, I carried around BIG spiral notebooks for most of that time, but the little ones would be more practical these days.) Little notebooks are still cheaper than a Palm, aren't they? I haven't seen Palms at Rite-Aid for $1.98, yet. Just calculators. When I do, I might buy one.

Crap. I can't remember a thing. I'm going to go watch that PBS documentary about Chicago.

Oh, yeah. New Hindenberg icon. Crash. Burn. Very appropriate for Sluggo. Very appropriate for my brain.
caillebotte_man at his window


More than 50 new entries on my friends page.

Better get reading.

But first: I'm considering selling our weather on e-Bay. It is very, very wet, and would be nice change for some rich desert sheikdom, or a drought-plagued farm region. The bidding will start at $5.00, and there will be no reserve. Delivery will not be included. The buyer will be responsible for picking the climate up and taking it away. (The sooner, the better.)
caillebotte_man at his window

Time Not Yet On My Side.

Still in a rush, and I don't like to write anything when I'm rushed. It either turns out to be crap, or it turns interesting and I don't have time to get interesting, so I end up frustrated. Literatus interruptus. But I got some furniture moved around, and some stuff thrown out, and the sty is beginning to resemble a room. At least, I can now take as many as four steps before I run into something. Yay.