Ah, to be 24 and bold again

Ok, I know this is out of hand, and I have now officially shattered my monthly posting record (at least as far as this blog is concerned), but this caught me...actually about twenty minutes ago.

I've done little work today. Not a surprise. A large part of my day has been spent on blogger. That experience includes resting my eyeballs on their cute little dashboard, the central artery for blogger extraordinaires. Now anyone who's known me for at least a few years also knows that I've had many online homes. This is the latest. But the predecessor of english however also lives (and breathes) on blogger.

Until now I've just kind of ignored it. I remember why I had moved away from it; I hated the title. It showed up in a google search, and at some point it seemed vulgar to have yourself directly connected to a blog with "shit" in the title. But by some possession unknown to me, I started reading some of the posts again and it's kind of mindblowing. I started it in September 2005. I was living with my girlfriend for the first time in Winter Hill and the Tribe Mainstage was just starting out. Just from reading it it's unbelievable how different things were. E.g. the second post details one of my first visits to Improv Asylum and the glitz and glamor and mystery of it all. And all the entries seem lighter, funner, as if I had much less weight on my shoulders only three years ago. It's an interesting thought, if not mildly upsetting.

If you'd like a look, it's here. Me, I'll be spending my weekend reading about the wonder years.

Hello? Is there anybody in there?

I'm proud to say that this posting was brought to you by my mobile
phone and Gmail. So in case I witness a murder or can't keep my drunk
quiet or find a quarter, i don't have to get to a computer to be an
asshole. I can do it right from...well in this case, my office...where
I'm surrounded by literally nine computers. What a maroon.

Re: Vamp

It's only been four days and I'm already unhealthily obsessed with this blog. So sorry it's hard to read now. I constantly sacrifice function for style. Here's a tip: highlight.

Hi, Joe!

Little gray horror

No deal, Freddie. No deal.

Just as soon as the blog exists, blogging disaster strikes. Last night my kitty got all cut and tied and sewn back up again. The days and nights of rancid howling are over thankfully, and to celebrate I wrote the penultimate history of Edith. Well, it all went the way of Betamax when my cellphone refused to post said epic, and in a predictable twist of fate, I removed the battery today to rest the thing. POOFO! Gone. (Poofo was a keepo btw [typo + keepin' it = keepo]) The ironic thing is the reason I was resetting the phone was to install this program that would let me cut and paste the blog entry into a text message so I wouldn't lose it. Maybe that's not ironic so much as idiotic.

At any rate, my cat's fixed and it only took five years. Of course we still have yet to put the cosmo cone around her neck because we enjoy our faces and would like to keep them from being eaten off. Here's hoping the little monster lightens up a bit, cause dammit if she isn't milking this post-surgery trauma thing.