Good crikey, it's raining like a bitch in heat

Nothin' like a good nasty rain storm to rattle the nerves. Normally, I love the rain, because makes those sunny days go away, and it's good for getting mildly depressive, or reasonably melancholy, which makes for nice times sitting around in coffee joints. But today the wind has whipped up a little too much, which here in the capital of California means that trees get blown down and people turn into utter maroons on the road. Normally, I like to employ breathing techniques learned from Buddhist meditation to keep myself from getting rankled by other drivers, but because I've got a bit of a caffeine edge, perhaps it might be a good thing to stay off the road.

Plus, they're playing frickin' leprechaun music here at the coffeehouse I've settled into for the afternoon. Nothing like a little Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem to set a person's teeth on edge. If this mofo breaks into a tin-whistle solo, I'm ... uh ... I'm leaving. Anyway, it's too goddamn wet to go look for a job today, because people probably went home for the day or took a three-day weekend or, well, shoot, I'm just making excuses, aren't I?

Time to drill down and get granular on those million-dollar brainstorms I've been having already.

More later.

So it's Wednesday night ...

... and I'm sitting around the True Love with nothing better to do. Yeah, baby, this is the life. After quietly bemoaning the fact, and after beginning to type said fact, that hardly anyone i know has been here tonigh, drummer extraordinaire and graphic artist Matt McCord popped in to check on his paintings, specifically if anyone had bought a painting. C'mon, everybody. There's some cool stuff here. I'd buy one, but now I'm broke and, uh, not currently and hopefully temporarily unemployed, I don't have the scratch (or the place to put it) right now.

Ah, time to go home, get some shuteye and hit the pavement looking for gainful employment tomorrow.

New year, new whatever

Yeah, yeah, nothing on here in months. That's fixing to change soon. OK, yeah, I said the same thing a few other times, but this time I mean it. I've transitioned to, well, a new position as a freelance writer, so I'm going to use everything I can to build that mojo back up. Including this place.

Yabba dabba doo...