Day 1,044: Ze Bachelorettes

Day 1,044: Ze Bachelorettes

So, tonight was Lisa’s bachelorette party. And we boys crashed about 1/3 of the way in. It was a long raucous night of drinking and singing karaoke. Liz and I did “Love the way you lie,” like we always do. And by “always” I mean that...
Day 738: Rogid Cormanberg

Day 738: Rogid Cormanberg

More dope massive-object work form Syd Mead I’m feeling….somewhat better. Better than yesterday. I think. No, I know I am. The crash down from taking acetameophin isn’t nearly as dramatic as it had been for the previous two days. Success! Got my...
Day 737: Road to Recovery (?)

Day 737: Road to Recovery (?)

Ethereal artwork tonight from John Harris. That question mark is up there because we’ll see how I feel in the morning…but right now as I actually sit down to write this entry, I feel a little bit better. It is *definitely* allergies, y’all....
Day 492: The good fight

Day 492: The good fight

I fought the good fight today, I can hang my hat on that. I was focused as a motherfucker all day, and I did good work. Unfortunately, none of the lessons that I checked out managed to be easy enough to get me ahead of the curve…but I rode the curve itself, and...
Day 428: Pet a Luma

Day 428: Pet a Luma

What *is* a Luma, anyway? Hahahahaa. I’m so clever. Barf. We’re in Rohnert Park, actually, at Ryan’s house. Yes, *house*. That he *bought*. Crazy pants McGee. I say Petaluma because that’s where he grew up and where his parents live, who had us...