Yesterday I spent a lot of time rapping with Matt about a potentially kickass shared venture. That’s all on that for now. You don’t need/want to hear about it yet.
I slept in far too late this morning. I crawled out of bed at about 10AM, feeling very groggy and nasty. The cats had been making very noble attempts at waking us through whining and an interpretive mirror-dance routine normally referred to as “The Gracie Show.” I started cleaning up my desk and going over some finances. Around 11:30 I bugged Bonnie and coaxed her out of the bed with the promise of pigs-in-blankets, which we cooked and consumed in short order.
I’ve had a lot of trouble with attention span lately, and believe it or not I’m a lot more productive when I’m peripherally watching some sort of movie or television show. This presents several problems, as I’m running out of archived television episodes I haven’t watched recently, and the trick backfires if I’m watching a truly interesting film. New episodes of the few television shows I enjoy are all still a few weeks away.
Anyway, I loaded up several episodes of Futurama. For the remainder of this entry you may assume that not only was I watching an episode of Futurama while I wrote it, there is a good chance I was watching an episode of Futurama while the activity narrated herein was carried out.
Jaclyn’s episodic Burning Man journal has eased much of the pain I’ve been experiencing over having missed BRC this year. I find myself hoping her camp next year is near ours, if not the same camp.
A little after noon Bonnie gave me some links to a couple of Wordpress themes to look at. I’ve been having trouble with my existing one looking right in IE. She thinks it’s K2’s fault. I don’t know why, but I actually like K2, so I’ll be sad to see it go. I just want my site to look more like a site and less like YetAnotherWPBlog.
Sometime later I ordered checks. I hate ordering checks. $25 for something I’ll actually need once or twice, and then use for convenience a few times a year thereafter.
Sometime between 2:30 and 3:30 I decided that the passage of time has mushed up my brain, and even my infrequently updated so-called blog isn’t a decent enough jogger to provide a record of what I did in what month of what year, significant or otherwise. I decided to start keeping a daily journal, no matter how lame that is. I spent a long time trying to decide whether I wanted to write it on dead tree or keep it in some electronic format. Since I hate spreading my data around too much because it tends to turn me into even more of a slob than I am, I tried to setup up some sort of automatic private posts in WordPress. It became very clear to me that this could become messy. So I said “fuck it,” and decided that I’d just stick it all in-line with my blog. In case of stuff that really shouldn’t be read by others, I’ll just mark it private. I doubt that will happen often.
At 4:45 I sent Bonnie to the store with a list of things I need in order to make Penne Rushtica. As soon as she left, Mandarin began terrorizing his sister.
It feels really good not spending money. I feel very comfortable with all the toys I have. In fact, most of my toys are underused. That’s not to say there isn’t a lot of stuff I want to buy these days. But I’ve been very good at staving off the urges for almost a year now.
I’m looking for some more games for my PocketPC-powered PDA/phone. I’m also thinking about getting rid of the crappy Motorola PVR system we’re paying $10/month for. MythTV is still calling my name. I’m just not in the mood to spend any more money right now, and I’d need to buy a couple of tuner cards to do what I really want with it.
I’m also itching to buy new equipment for recording and live performance. However, I can do plenty of recording with what I have. I may buy some new drum loops to tide me over while I record some demos and put together a band.
I applied for a new credit card today. It’s almost time to do the 0% shuffle again. It’s exciting to watch my debt shrink and my credit score soar. Now if only my property value would speed up its ascent so I could get rid of this nasty second mortgage easily.
My next-door neighbor’s parrot is loud and annoying. The guy rides his Rascal scooter back and forth in front of the house just to show off the blue guy he calls “Cowboy.” If we get stuck waiting for traffic to pass while exiting the alley, the guy comes right up to the window so we’ll roll it down and “talk” to Cowboy. Cowboy just laughs. A lot. Very loudly.
When B got home from the store, I cooked another batch of the ever-satisfying Penne Rushtica. It was a bit lighter than usual because I used a lot more pasta than the last few times. I had a glass of cooking wine while I cooked, and then another glass while I ate. After that I put a laptop together and cleaned up my desk a bit more.
Bonnie gave the kitties a bath. She said I should watch. I watched for a while, but there are far more entertaining things I’d rather do with her in the bathtub.
Around 9PM I received a quote from a hardware vendor who tried to screw me out of $16,000. Tomorrow we’ll find out the outcome of my polite-but-stern reply.