If I Were a Carpenter

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady…

I would be able to hang stuff on your office wall using drywall anchors without being TERRIFIED that I am going to somehow destroy the entire house in the process.

Nope. I just successfully hung stuff on my beloved bride’s office wall using drywall anchors and somehow, miraculously, the house is still standing. Amazing! What stunning carpentry skills I possess!*


*In case you didn’t get it from the context… that was sarcasm. Me stating I have carpentry skills will always be drenched to the point of dripping with sarcasm. I clearly have no such skills.

IKEA Themed Weekend

IKEA threw up all over our house. Now I have a ton of pre-fab furniture to deal with.

This is me getting a jump on things tonight by assembling the first of (I think) five items.

IKEA and I are going to spend some quality time together tomorrow.

Foto

In an attempt to replace any apps owned by billionaire fascists like musk and zuckerberg I created an account on Foto today. Hopefully it will help cut the instagram chord. It just came out of beta and there are bugs and server issues and the search function appears to be garbage. Still, it’s not a meta app.

My user name is the same as my Flickr account, robj_1971.

Music Day Continues

Over the last hour and a half or so I have added lead guitar tracks to five songs. My finger tips are in a state of pure burning agony. That’s what happens when you don’t play enough and your calluses fade away. Ouch town, population me, bro.

I need to give my hands a break. Know what that means? It means it’s time for some saxophone. It’s been five years since I’ve taken my cheap little alto out of it’s case. Can I still play? Let’s find out!

Bed Time

It’s 10:00pm and I am going to bed.

Tomorrow is a vacation day and I am planning to spend as much time as I can working on the RPM Challenge. Call it a music day. There will be singing, there will be guitar playing, there will be music and lyric writing, and there may even be some saxophone playing. A crazy day is in store.

For now though… I’m dead on my feet. It’s time for bed.

They Were Asking For It

trump, the felon in chief and first rapist of the fascist states of america, yesterday claimed that Ukraine started the war with Russia. Despite, you know, the solid fact that Russia started the war when they invaded their neighbor.

Given his rapist history, it’s no wonder that the fucker claimed Ukraine was asking for it, just like I’m sure his rape victims were all asking for it. Obviously. I mean, they all had vaginas so of course they were asking for it.

Also, about half of the voters in the nazi states of america agree with his statement.

We are so beyond saving.

Here’s a cat picture to enjoy while we still can.