Author: tim

Sporadic at Best

Lately I’ve been writing just enough to insure that I have at least a couple of posts on themuy’s front page. That is not enough. You, dear reader, demand more from Tim. For my slackness, I apologize. I vow to do better in the future.

So, the anniversary is coming up. You know which one I’m talking about. It’s hard to believe that it was almost a year ago that it happened. So much has changed. I feel like such a different person—so much wiser, a little older, more mature. In a way, my entire world has changed because of that one event.

Yes, it’s true, my one year wedding anniversary is quickly approaching.

So, it’s paper, right? What the hell kind of present is paper? Here ya go, honey. Like it? It’s a Long John Silvers paper pirate hat! You look good in that hat. You really do. What’s this? My present? Oh, you shouldn’t have. It’s perfect, though. You know I’ve been needing one of these. I can’t believe you remembered! Now I can wipe my face with this lovely paper napkin. I love you, darling.

Seriously, if any one has some good suggestions for a paper present, I would appreciate it. Just add a comment below.

Our Nation’s Capital

Well, I’m in DC for the Adaptive Path Conference. So far, so good. I’ve been hanging out with some friends and seeing the sites. Tried to go to the Spy Museum yesterday, but it was too long a wait. Went to see the National Art Gallery instead. Saw the usual suspects: Degas, Monet, Rembrandt. Good stuff. Art = Good.

That is all. Just a stupid update. As you can see from above, I’m tired of using the personal pronoun. Oh. Well.

Oh yeah, the conference is good. As Frank Black screamed on an album: “I’m learning!.”

FlippityFloppity

I stumbled across a link to this site while on the Flaming Lips site:

FLIPFLOPFLYIN

You gotta check out the “Cheap Things” section, which has this great Cheap ABC part. My favorite is the letter S:

S is for sand castle
Like real castles
Except not as structurally sound
And built by children
Not master craftsmen

But, then the piece de resistance has to be: funfunfun

Paul

Just got back from seeing Paul Westerberg. A couple of immediate thoughts:

  1. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.
  2. It turned bad faster than I thought it would.
  3. Some of the people were as obnoxious as I figured they would be.
  4. It’s definitely weird to see a man in his 40s rock out on electric guitar by himself in front of a room of 800 people.
  5. A man playing a tour with no backing band and selling 800 tickets at $22.50 a pop probably makes a pretty decent living. But, the fact that he has to do this probably means he needs the money pretty bad because he didn’t seem to be particularly enjoying himself.
  6. “Skyway” is a good song.
  7. He completely butchered “Waitress in the Sky.”
  8. Paul played 2 Rolling Stones songs. As he started to play the second one of the evening, someone yelled out “hey, Keith!” and he abruptly stopped playing, knocked the mic stand over and proceeded to yell at the kid, completely stopping the show. He recovered, though, and invited the kid to join him on the couch (yes, couch) as he serenaded the kid and about 10 other people he invited onstage.
  9. He ended the show by smashing a perfectly good Stratocaster. I’ve never understood that.
  10. Did I mention I got in free? Yeah, that was cool.

Guns Are Safe

So, Bob Barr accidentally fired a handgun at a reception in his honor.

Way to go, Bob. I’m sure the National Rifle Association will appreciate this. Especially since you are one of their board members. Also, the man opposing Barr in the 7th Congressional District of GA race, John Linder, said (apparently unironically) of the incident: “The guy’s a loose cannon.”

mmmmm, politics.