Category: bodega

or, rather, everywhere else in the bay area. b barked her shin down to the bone this morning, slipping on ice (!) on our back deck. wrenched her back too. woe is us.

OK, I admit it: sometimes I’m a paranoid ignoramus, willing to assume the worse. My Mac has been crashing a lot lately. And when rebooting just now I noticed that one of the extensions was AOL Scheduler. What the hell is that? I don’t run AOL software, I don’t use Netscape except hardly ever (too…

after a long day trip to camarillo (burbank airport) and with another trip to san diego coming up, and this damn cold or whatever you call it once again settling in my lungs and sending up dead soliders (white blood cells), i’ve made an appointment with my doctor to see if it’s another infection requiring…

if you haven’t been reading get your war on you should be…

If you’re the type who forever after remembers the words to a song parody in the place of the actual words, consider skipping this post. The rest of it is a terror war lyric to be sung to the tune of “Visions of Johanna” by a Merry Punster known as j, with a few minor…

Fox cut to commercial on its morning news show after an interview with the “if my lips are curled I’m lying” vice president of the U.S. with the perky example of American marketing-speak quoted in the subject line above.

what did delillo call it in white noise? something like “a moving toxic incident” but even more bureaucraticese than that. warnings today about a chemical leak from a refinery in martinez today. stay inside, close windows and doors, turn off heater and fans.

another sore throat? it doesn’t seem fair! stress is stress, but this is ridiculous

that’s what i told ngriffin i don’t want my PEP project to turn into. it’s supposed to ease the frictions, not create more guilt and shoulds. reminder to self: saturn overdue for 45000 mi checkup

find your inner hobbit. –Popo Frumblefoot of Bywater

had a good lunch with a writer client friend. he pointed out that i’m probably a little low now partly in prep for the upcoming week of travel and conference where i’ll have to be “on” 24-seven.

that is, your inner Bob Dole.

sad to learn now that doris kearns goodwin plagiarized some of the fitzgeralds and the kennedys

guess i must be own the down part of my little bipolar cycle because this is the second day in a row that i’ve been feeling generally crummy and nothing seems to be working right. most of it has to do with work and other people’s confidences, so i won’t be detailing anything here… but…

between intermittent outages, i had 5 computers sharing my dsl at home yesterday. woo hoo! all it took was a dsl modem, a dsl router, two hubs, an airport, and one 30-foot ethernet cable (to get to the basement through the laundry chute. :) among other things, this enabled me to archive all the old…

oh, almost forget. my friend smurgel agreed to see about coming up with a logo and look-and-feel for thedeadbeat.com – i just need to come up with some wireframes for her first.

grrr! what use is broadband when your isp is down for most of the day? don’t get me started on pacbell or rather sbc (another questionable texas company), as they are wholly owned and and partially rebranded. funny how powerful the jones is when that fast, persistent Internet drip is switched off. i’m sick man!…

the devil’s in the bugs i say

ok, in the clear light of day i figured it out. bodega has now made bodega a member of memewatcher, and bodega has now made bodega able to post to memewatcher…

so i turned my other livejournal, “artsflow” (username: ) into a community blog, so that other people could post arts announcements, and now i can’t post to it! i can’t figure out if i (bodega) or i (memewatcher) should be doing the admin but neither seems to have permission to add users or anything at…

i think 3 colds is enough for one winter (or, technically, a flu, a bronchitis/infection, and a milder cold), so i’m hoping the rawness where my sinuses drip into the back of my throat is more like an allergy/dust/cat/smoke kinda thing and not a harbinger of blahs to come. can’t complain, though – i just…