We may have played for half an hour yesterday. Everything sounded great. Picking songs apart until they sounded bad was the only alternative to an early night.
Camouflage should be reserved for lying in wait. The only camouflage I ever liked was Bill Murray’s shirt in Lost in Translation. Bright orange, worn inside out. I’ll wear army green. I like army green a lot. Army green is … Continue reading
I threw the HP piece of junk on the sidewalk beside the house. Oh it felt good to destroy it. The all-in-one scannercopiercolorprinter. Typical bright idea. Works out for shit in practice. We will get a little photo printer and … Continue reading
House is mostly brick, but the porch needs new siding. We got clear cedar. Every place on internet: COAT the new cedar siding with sealer on ALL FOUR sides before you install it. Installer: Don’t put anything on it. Leave … Continue reading
Disappointing practice last night. I think everyone was off, but my head felt like it was full of wool, so what do I know. Easily ascribed to post-holiday torpor, I suppose. Still demoralizing when we have a session in a … Continue reading
Infant: Diaper Toddler: Short pants, elastic waist Child: Little jeans, easily patched Preteen, teen, young adult: Jeans “Adult”: Pants on which you cannot wipe your hands Adult: Pants on which you can wipe your hands Elderly: Long pants, elastic waist … Continue reading
Rib tips last night from Hickory’s. Little char, too chewy, precious little evidence of smoke. Sauce OK but one-dimensional (dimension: tang). Sunk in the triangle between steakhouse ribs, grilled meat, and actual barbecue. Steakhouse ribs are a staple in Chicago. … Continue reading
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