The Trick or Treat window in our town opened three minutes ago.
We are ready.
Bring it on.
The Trick or Treat window in our town opened three minutes ago.
We are ready.
Bring it on.
The cats would like to wish you all a Happy Halloween.
Ho Ho Ho and shit.
I saw this and thought to myself, she can’t be comfortable like that, can she?
Then I looked away for a minute, and when I looked back I saw this:
Now she’s looking super comfy! Laid back and relaxing. Good kitty.
So, is this artsy enough for you, or what?
I have tomorrow off from work. It’s Halloween. I like taking Halloween off. I don’t have any real reason to take it off, I just like having it off.
I also have a shit load of work to do for a deadline at the end of next week. Like, a literal mountain of paperwork type stuff.
My brain is starting to get into you-have-tomorrow-off-woohoo mode where I am easily distracted by trivial things and lose focus on what I am doing and I start slipping into day off mode early.
I cannot do that today. I cannot. I must not. Too much stuff to do. Too many tasks with a fast approaching deadline. Stay focused, Robert. Keep your nose to that paperwork-grindstone. Don’t let your attention slip!
Oh look, here is a picture of a guitar that I took this morning.
Huh… uh oh.
I’m not sure which cat this was.
Today is Tuesday October 29th. This coming Friday is November 1st.
A new annual, internet based music project begins on Friday. National Solo Album Month, NaSoAlMo. Write and record an album’s worth of music all within the month of November, and do it all yourself. No collaborations. Just you.
I had a thought about trying to write two songs of approximately 20 minutes in length, like a good Prog Rock nerd. I said two 20 minute songs, not four. What do you think I am, Yes? Sheesh.
Something tells me that once I start rolling on this (assuming I actually start rolling on this) I will just do my usual 10, 2-3 minute rockers and call it a day. We will see how (if) it goes. I’m sure I’ll post about it 20-30 times a day, or some crap like that.
Just before sunset, the pier on film. My second roll of pro-level film. Unlike the first crack at it, these are pretty underwhelming. And yet… I want more… and more… and more…
Does talking to an insurance company make everyone feel like this, or is it just me?
Insert the sound of a middle aged red head giggling here.