Ninja Cat

It's a slow burn at first, but well worth it

Turn, turn

Well, it would appear summer has left New England. granted, the leaves haven't gotten serious about changing yet, but there's a chill in the air and it's getting dark earlier.

I like fall. It's my favorite time of year. I love the crisp, clear air. The smell of leaves on the ground. Dressing in layers. Halloween. I'm not a fan of what fall leads to, but that's the cycle of life.

What I don't like is how expensive living is going to get. Dropping $3K on a wood burning stove. Another $400-500 a month to keep the house heated. Snow. These things I can do without.

Day off

Today I took a for-the-fuck-of-it vacation day.

Drove the boy to school, window shopped for wood burning stoves, split 2 cords of wood, worked on my Halloween costume, did some laundry, watched some TV.

That was it, and it was great.

RIP, Richard Wright

I remarked today that one of the things that sucks about having mature taste in music is that you have to watch the greats pass on, one after the other.

And no one sings me lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....

Happy 9/11 Day!

Seven years ago today things changed slightly here in the US of A. Namely, airplanes stopped flying for a couple of days, any pretense of personal liberties was pissed away, The City of New York vs. Homer Simpson was unfairly yanked from the airwaves, and the news crawl became a permanent fixture on CNN.

Seven years on, the country as a whole has still failed at passing through the Kubler-Ross model. We're not anywhere near acceptance. Not when the footage in Cloverfield is considered too soon. Not when a city can crawl to a stand still over Lite-Brites. Not when W still holds office. Not when you can't wear your shoes to pass through airport security.

Come on, folks, seriously. We'll never forget, I swear. We won't. It's a defining moment for the 21st century. The images of that day will forever be imprinted on our memories. But we can get past the mourning, the hand wringing, the fear mongering. We can move on.

We may never get back our pre-post 9/11 world, but we can buck up.

The wheel keeps on turning

Another weekend come and gone.

Friday night M and G were otherwise occupied, so KG and I watched season one of Arrested Development. We retired early, and that was nice.

Saturday Hanna arrived. We took the kids to Edaville Railroad for a "Day Out With Thomas the Tank Engine." The kids had fun, and we managed to be there in between the worst of the downpours.

We survived what was left of the hurricane with a minimum of damage. There was some flooding in the office, which is not a good sign. I can't figure out where the water came in from, but it appears to be somewhere inside the wall. The next door neighbors lost the top of a tree, which landed on and shatter one of the panels on my picket fence. One of the new ones, of course.

Today started off with KG and I having a shouting match in the kitchen, but that resolved quickly enough. Took the kids to McD's for breakfast, and then had an open house at TKJr's kindergarten. Tonight I created yet another gift application on Facebook, and am now preparing to call it a night.

Tomoorw starts another exciting week at work. Closing for August is Thursday ( Never Forget!), so I'm sure it'll be a stressful and highly annoying week. Woohoo, I say.

It has arrived

Got my copy of The Bunny Boy today. I have not had a chance to give it a good listen yet, but I am very much looking forward to my commute tomorrow morning.

I'm very interested in seeing how their planned internet series works out. For now, I'm just counting the days until October 12th.

w00t!

Sometimes I just want to talk. About feelings and things. Those annoying mushy things that supposedly connect one person to another.

Is it asking too much to have a conversation about us?

I've got a story to tell