first I gotta say: hi

first I gotta say: hi Tom!

man, it’s always a little odd to realize that someone besides me is reading this thing.

that said, it’s been a pretty decent weekend. finally got the front room picked up, washed towels & sheets, scrubbed the bathtub. we had a bit of a shopping spree this weekend: “dremel” style tool, some clothes from old navy, spray paint & vent for case modding.

looking at house listings. yipes. well, if the economy is getting ready to go down the tubes, we might as well be in our own place. weirdly enough, I can afford to buy a house…even w/out Chad. trip on that.

long, slow afternoon with a

long, slow afternoon with a bunch of little things to do. boring radio, but no inclination to change to music. the bright blue sky is beckoning….

but oh, lordy, they’re talking

but oh, lordy, they’re talking about near death experiences. weirdly enough, Seattle has the highest percentage of them. what’s up with that? and why is this woman talking in such a hushed, serious voice? oy.

I made a little micro-page this evening. (who is Rhonda, you ask? that could be a very interesting question. or not…we’ll see how it goes.) which makes me think that I still wanna revamp my site. yeah, like I haven’t said that a half-dozen times in the last month. (or more.)

some days, I feel like I skate along at the edge of the world of the a-listers. you know…kottke (who is 28 today, btw), matt haughey, joe clark, ev, zeldman, etc., etc….they all seem to be fairly near my age, and yet so much more…glamorous. (oh, and that whole list is all boys, isn’t it? what’s up with that. okay, well, there are megnut & rebecca blood – who was in this incredibly wierd multimedia dream I had last night – we were navigating through a text page in a browser, then jumped out, somehow, into 20s (?) era SoCal. sorry, tangent.) sigh. I’ve always been jealous of the rich artsy kids. which I guess is why I like joe clark. he’s so cranky & somehow altogether egalitarian, in a snobby sort of way. like Kat. and he wrote me back when I wrote him! (so did ev, when his grandpa died & I sent condolences.)

bleh. what a silly rambling post. it’s almost 10 pm. I’m feeling edgy, restless. I want sugar.

I want to write a

I want to write a short story…I can feel that weird little itch in the back of my head, which I get from time to time. I just don’t have the hook yet. all my short stories start with a concept, and work themselves out from there.

hey, I think I hear a car pulling up….