Go To The Mirror

Thankfulness, they say.

well, thanks to all you weirdos who who stop by this poorly-lit section of blogtopia (y!sctp)  and give me undeserved affirmation and conversation.  Don't make me stop this blog and visit you to buy you drinks.

But, of course, you are more than welcome to visit me and buy me drinks.

Hey, I avoided the whole consumerist frenzy in America today, and spent my time picking up dog poop.  Then sending reminder invoices to past due clients, then drinking.  Boy, if that is not a great allegory for America in 2010, I don't know what is.  Heavy on the Gory.

I've re-read some of my posts from 2009, and you know, I wouldn't have thought 2010 could be any worse.  Alright, depending on which way you're facing, and how tight your underwear is, it's a pretty close dead heat.  But you know, it's still tiresome. And chafes.

But hey and what-do-you-say, the thanking.   I thank my family, first and foremost, for not pushing me out on an ice floe.  And I thank the clients I do have, for the opportunity to do a little bit of the work I still love.  And I thank thank thank the musicians that populate my electronic devil devices for the support that enables me to stand up and face the cold grey dawn every morning.

And thanks to the Best Brains geniuses who made us able to enjoy Turkey Day marathons all those years ago, and the tapers who enable us to enjoy them to this day.  I had started a Post-Turkey Day Turkey Marathon, but had it interrupted.

And thanks to Wife Sublime, who once gave me the guitar pictured above, and never hassled me about the fact I never learned to play it all so damn well (and her good taste in not giving me a large enough amp to make that non-talent painful)

And thanks to the hardworking dudes who gave us a functional basement wall:

(mechanical/ electrical work and appliance install by Team Zombie)

In fact, thanks to all those hard-ass bastards who have always managed to actually build the shit I have drawn:

And even thanks to this dumb old orange, leaky-ass dog for letting me know that after I have failed at everything else, I can still fulfill some purpose by taking her for a fucking walk.

And thanks for all the other junk that I forgot to give thanks for. 

So anyway, the iPod is serving up Wooldridge Brothers, and I am out of cola for my rum so either need to switch to tequila or go to bed.  If I manage to invent a bed-based tequila delivery system, maybe I can still make a living.


PS:  I have managed to import an old version of Windows XP into this box, so I can now run four systems simultaneously:  Windows 7, Windows XP, Ubuntu, and Mac OS X Snow Leopard.  So I am thankful that I run a Mac.  Also, the AIA Documents software sucks Tom DeLay's balls.

PPS.  After messing around with both Windows 7 and Ubuntu, I come back to the same question I found myself asking all those weird years ago:  "Why do I want to bother with this crap?"  Seriously, Windows 7 offers me interface aspects that I had 4 or 5 years ago in  OS X.