Let’s build ourselves a new pedal board. What do you say?
I’m thinking the wah will go on the floor.

Let’s build ourselves a new pedal board. What do you say?
I’m thinking the wah will go on the floor.

Bertha is already growing a new branch. The last new leaf has barely even opened and she’s already growing a new one! Holy crap, this little house plant is out of control!

Patches: A Study

The Kids in the Hall are back with the first new season since 1995 and it’s glorious. Instead of writing skits where they pretend to be old people, they actually are old people and it’s amazing.
The Headcrusher comes back in episode four and it’s incredible.
The old naked men part… that’s not so great, but everything else is phenomenal.
Thank you, Kids in the Hall. Thank you for coming back to us, especially when you’re not naked.
What do you do when you leave your food/drink log in the cellar while you wait for AAA to come and fix Harry’s car trouble?
Improvise.

I’m feeling all proud of myself right now. I made scrambled eggs for myself. It’s not the first time I’ve made scrambled eggs (it’s been ages, maybe even decades), but it’s the first time I made them in a purée friendly fashion for post bariatric surgery purposes.
Look at me, all cooking and shit.
The Fear the Walking Dead hate watch continues for another excruciatingly painful episode.
There was an episode in the first half of this season, I think it was the mid-season finale, that if you’ve seen it you don’t have to watch last night’s episode.
Why?
Because it’s the exact same thing.
Different characters, slightly different motivation, but the exact same events. Like… exactly.
How does a network let things get this bad? It’s disgusting.
I wore a baseball hat today. When I got into bed I planned to sit up for a while surfing the nets and listening to some rock and roll (Nirvana’s In Utero, first listen in ages and it very much holds up).
I forgot that I had the hat on so I took it off and flipped it toward the bureau. it crashed into my little prescription meds stash and knocked one off. It landed in one of my shoes.
Boom, right in the shoe.
I felt the need to document this epic bank shot for posterity.
That’s all.
Gas is an issue today. Not nearly as bad as two days ago, but it’s a thing.
PatchRabbit, my spirit bunny, is helping.

Yup. Harry is home and we all approve of the cellar. Clearly.
