I know that the concept of “mood music” is a thing. Is there also such a thing as a “mood haiku”?
White knuckles, teeth clenched.
All that I see now is red.
Fuck those fascist fucks.
I know that the concept of “mood music” is a thing. Is there also such a thing as a “mood haiku”?
White knuckles, teeth clenched.
All that I see now is red.
Fuck those fascist fucks.
Happy adoption anniversary, Robin!
We got some snow last night. The anticipation was enough to screw over my band practice, but in the end it wasn’t too bad. I don’t know what the official total was but it looked to be about 4-5 inches of really light snow.
When I woke up this morning I looked outside and thought to myself that I would clear off the driveway and the walkway and the fire hydrant after work. I did my morning exercise and ate breakfast and then thought I would maybe go out and shovel a path from the road to the door and leave the rest for after work.
It’s really cold out today so I dressed in a couple of layers and put on my snow boots like a good boy. I went out, fully planning to do just enough to let the mail man get to the mail box. Next thing I know, it was all done. All of the shoveling. The entire driveway, both cars, the path around the house to the back door, and the fire hydrant. All done. I did not start the cars so they still have a layer of ice. Other than that, it’s all done.
I suppose there is still a chance that the plows could come back and widen things, and that would leave a small snowbank at the end of the driveway and I’d have to deal with that. We’ll see how that goes.
I’m really pleased with myself for getting this done so early. It would have been on my mind all day otherwise. Like a dark cloud hanging over my head.
And yes, this post is just an example of me whistling past the graveyard. Expect a bunch of these kinds of posts today.
Yup. Perfect week. Silly Apple Watch fun.

I just finished putting rhythm guitar tracks onto two song demos. Look at me being musically productive!
Also, I used Hipstamatic’s Shake-To-Shuffle on my new iPhone for the first time. Wow!
A haiku for the end of the world……
It all ends Monday.
The shit hits the fan for real.
Same shit, different term.
Two cats napping on a Friday night. What excitement.
trump is a nazi.
Scum of the earth dontcha know.
Rot in hell, asshole.
When the doctor says, “this isn’t going to hurt”…….
……and then it hurts.
Is that a lie or is it just some clever misdirection?