Monday, August 01, 2005

Mundanities of living

Good solid morning of working. Time for lunch. I heated leftover pizza and decided that steaming a little brocolli would be nice, too. Primed the steamer with a nice bushy brocolli crown and turned the burner on. A few minutes later, I smelled burning bakelite--a distinct and unpleasant smell that never bodes well. Turns out I turned on the wrong burner and scorched the handle of a pot lid. Bleah!

It's a really warm day out, but I've got the doors and a window or two open to clear the stench out. And lunch is going to be a bit late, too.


Sunday, July 31, 2005

George Carlin sez....

I caught a bit of an interview with George Carlin on Inside the Actors Studio. Amidst his general feeling about the impending doom that awaits us all, he made an observation that I like: "When you're born, you're automatically given a ticket to the freak show. If you were born in America, you get a front seat."

Busy writing today. The fingers aren't bleeding yet, but they will be at this rate. Sheesh.