I haven’t copped out and written a post with dots in a long time. For some reason I’m in the mood to post but don’t really have anything to write about, or the brain power to devise something. So dots, you get. You know the first one, right? Of course. I’m going to beg you to...

I knew I should have gone out tonight. There was a LiveFeed show I wanted to catch (Japanese Bat Bomb), but it’s frigid. And I have a cold. And I’m tired. I could probably still get there in time, but that weird bump thing on my head is making a weird noise, so I should probably stay hom...

Hallelujah, it’s over and done. This Christmas season, with its myriad of ass-pains, is over. At least, the worst of it is. Brian and I have returned from my hometown. Clara Jane’s spending a few days with my parents. I’m looking forward to tomorrow night’s Bottle Rockets sho...

When Clara Jane isn’t pestering Santa for her own Barbie army, she’s been begging for art supplies. Not that she doesn’t have a houseful of art supplies. Just about every surface in our house has a supply of markers, crayons, glue, scissors, paper and stickers should any creative e...

Alas, my time with Faux Elvis wasn’t enough to fully cure my foul mood. Without going into too much detail, I’m having some business/charity-related emotional strife. I’m trying to drum up donations for Clara Jane’s school auction. One of the coffeehouse I frequent a lot turn...

I don’t write nearly enough about my dogs, do I? There’s not much to write. They sleep 23 hours a day, spend an hour eat/pursuing things to eat, and the last hour is reserved for annoying the shit out of as many people as possible. Today, they had a banner day in that last two regards. Y...

I knew I should have written earlier today. I went out tonight, and now it’s the 11th hour and I’d really like to go to sleep but I have to give you people something. No, this won’t be about my night out, although it was lovely and fun but I have to save something for those days wh...

Ah man, do I have to blog today? I don’t wanna. I’m sure I can come up with something to write, but I don’t wanna. Perhaps I would be a bit more motivated if all you people who are reading would comment, already. Just an idea. After the past two days of non-existent frog hats and b...

I’m extraordinarily proud of my teeth. I mean, have you seen them? They’re awesome. I don’t feel like digging through Flickr to find one. I could take one with my Mac Photo Booth, but I’m eating pizza and I have a rogue chin hair. So you can dig through Flickr yourself if you...

Holy crap, I’m tire, in spite of falling asleep promptly when Brian arrived home from work. So deep my sleep, I’m told I was barely awake when Clara Jane decided to sit on my head. I vaguely recollect screaming about my hair. Why so tired? Because last night Brian, Summer, her husband J....