this little piggie had none

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This is the logo I designed for my new website, the project that’s been sucking up a lot of my non-work hours. The site combines my professional writing stuff with my playwriting stuff, both of which seem like they need to be separate from my blog writing stuff. I have just enough knowledge to give me confidence I shouldn’t have when it comes to web design. Which means I’ve gone down the wormhole and emerged 5 or 10 hours later, blinking in the light and asking if it’s Christmas yet. It’s not.

It’s September 15, 2013. Here’s what’s on my mind.

  • Why is it still so hot? Summer has put her long, glittery nails into the Texas soil and won’t let go. Enough already.
  • A new friend of mine gave me a voodoo doll (which makes sense in context). I’m probably going to use it for decoration only. Probably.
  • I keep wishing a hurricane would threaten the Texas Gulf Coast because I would like a couple of days off.
  • Trader Joe’s dark chocolate covered almonds with turbinado sugar and sea salt are fucking delicious.
  • I quit eating meat (except fish) in June and don’t miss it. Not even burgers. Or bacon.
  • I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. Alas, I’m tone deaf.
  • Where were the cicadas this year? Not in our neighborhood. It was weird not hearing them on hot nights (by which I mean the past five months).
  • I’m in the market to buy a cellphone but don’t like the fingerprint thingy on the new iphone. I miss simple, tiny flip-phones. And not having a phone at all. Remember when, if you weren’t home, you were out-of-pocket? I miss being out-of-pocket. Even though I’m mostly in-pocket.
  • James just liberated a huge spider from our kitchen after I yelled “Spider! Spider!” He turned the light off not even five minutes ago, then I walked in, flipped the switch, and there the bastard was. It was about an inch wide (including legs), which is bigger than I like my spiders. He said it was a wolf spider. I just googled “wolf spider” and was not comforted by this fact: “The wolf spider does not build webs to capture its prey, but goes out at night to hunt it down.” Great. Now I’m picturing expeditions of wolf spiders in tiny boots and vests clomping their way across my face while I sleep. No wonder my dreams are often so disturbing.

Sweet dreams.

3 thoughts on “this little piggie had none

  1. Good list. I also like the sing in harmony one. I sing along with my music all the time when riding my bike or driving and I think I am fucking great!! A step away from being on “The Voice” My nephew who sang in an accapella group at Gonzaga University tells me otherwise.
    Another dream crushed.

    Wait….was that “teaching the world to sing in harmony” a metaphor for us all to just get along???? Am I supposed to be picking up some deeper meaning here????

    I am interested in your take on the no-meat thing. I didn’t make a big decision to stop eating meat, just certain circumstances led to my diet changing for a couple of weeks due to supply issues because of the flood. But then I had a great hamburger at a restaurant and it tasted SOOOO good! I’m pretty sure a nice BLT is in my future.
    I want some more hot weather……..we had a bit of summer, some rain everyday, then a lot of rain, flood, now winter. Somewhere fall got lost in there.
    I know…boo-hoo…what a sad sack I have become. I need more bicycle time.
    Nazi spiders…whooo…you might want to get those dreams looked into……just sayin’

    Thanks for making me smile!
    Jim

  2. Jim, I’m glad you made it through the flooding okay. That was some scary looking shit. Houston experienced major flooding from a stalled tropical storm (not even a hurricane) in 2001, and that was one of the most surreal moments of my life. Seeing 18-wheel beer trucks floating on their sides down the freeway, people riding canoes down I-10…

    As for singing, I like to let ‘er rip at the top of my lungs in the car, and though I know it sounds terrible it sure does feel good. It’s a good thing I don’t sing for my supper. Would have starved to death years ago.

    How about this: I’ll tell our hot weather there’s a guy up in Colorado that would like a visit. We’ll see if that does anything.

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