i just spent FOREVER doing this. i had to figure out how to rotate the video, 'cause i took it sideways. it should be easy. and it was, once i installed a plug-in to do it. thank carl bub will be more tech-savvy than i am, even if she walks a bit funny now.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
no talkin', bailey's walkin'...
i just spent FOREVER doing this. i had to figure out how to rotate the video, 'cause i took it sideways. it should be easy. and it was, once i installed a plug-in to do it. thank carl bub will be more tech-savvy than i am, even if she walks a bit funny now.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
up above your head's a hammer
i'm eating chips for dinner. they're disgusting.
i started making potato salad at 4 pm. i just finished.
the bun is in las vegas. i'm not.
i've been scrabbing and listening outside bub's door; tapping at the window, crying at the lock - is my bublet in her bed? for now it's 10 o'clock. her head's a hammer. her head's on fire. her head is heavy. finally, she sleeps. i thank carl that this is only the second time she's ever been ill.
tick tock, tick tock, i'm a little cuckoo clock.
tick tock, tick tock, now i'm striking ten o'clock.
where does the time go? it flows through my fingers, just like the guy says at the beginning of that soap opera. like a cheese rolling down a hill, gaining momentum in a ridiculous fashion, my life is bouncing along. and i can't even eat it when it stops.
i started making potato salad at 4 pm. i just finished.
the bun is in las vegas. i'm not.
i've been scrabbing and listening outside bub's door; tapping at the window, crying at the lock - is my bublet in her bed? for now it's 10 o'clock. her head's a hammer. her head's on fire. her head is heavy. finally, she sleeps. i thank carl that this is only the second time she's ever been ill.
tick tock, tick tock, i'm a little cuckoo clock.
tick tock, tick tock, now i'm striking ten o'clock.
where does the time go? it flows through my fingers, just like the guy says at the beginning of that soap opera. like a cheese rolling down a hill, gaining momentum in a ridiculous fashion, my life is bouncing along. and i can't even eat it when it stops.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
the sun set - went down and down
cookie crumbs on my sweater. early morning fire burning. mid-june and my feet are cold.
my motivation is marooned somewhere, there are no oases in sight. i should be working, but working from home is so easy not to do.
my motivation is marooned somewhere, there are no oases in sight. i should be working, but working from home is so easy not to do.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
i would go out tonight, but i haven't got a stitch to wear.
this is what happens when i google my maiden name. strange.
your guitar sounds so sweet and clear
here's me trying to convince you that i'm not boring:
1. i have the universe tattooed on my back
2. i've experienced an earthquake
3. i know how to bookbind
4. i've seen people shooting up into veins in their penises
5. i've broken 5 bones in my body
6. i broke into a kindergarten
7. i lived in a dormitory for months with two boys (but didn't attend the university)
8. i like paris hilton
9. i've never been dumped
10. i once carved a watermelon instead of a pumpkin for hallowe'en in hong kong (pumpkins were too expensive)
1. i have the universe tattooed on my back
2. i've experienced an earthquake
3. i know how to bookbind
4. i've seen people shooting up into veins in their penises
5. i've broken 5 bones in my body
6. i broke into a kindergarten
7. i lived in a dormitory for months with two boys (but didn't attend the university)
8. i like paris hilton
9. i've never been dumped
10. i once carved a watermelon instead of a pumpkin for hallowe'en in hong kong (pumpkins were too expensive)
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