Just never knew that I would
Saturday, 27 August, 2005
I am having a fight with this blog right now because I cannot figure out what to do to make comments work. I am sure that it’s something very small, and I think it has to do with passing parameters, but I can’t find exactly what it is. It’s making me very frustrated and cranky and not wanting to think about this site at all.
Last night I dreamed about Richmond Fontaine. They were renting a house in Astoria, just for a couple of weeks, and I walked past with someone who commented on a guitar that had been in the window. I asked what was special about that guitar, and whoever it was (I don’t remember; maybe Travis? but why was Travis a guitar nerd?) said “Well, Richmond Fontaine has one and they’ve said they are looking for another.” And I said “Then that means that either Richmond Fontaine is in that house, or someone who might want to sell their guitar to Richmond Fontaine is, so we should go see, in either case.” So we went in, and there was Willy and the rest of the band, and we said hi. They said to me “We saw you walk by with your sister earlier and do a double take when you saw us because you weren’t sure if it was us.” I had forgotten, apparently.
Then later were space aliens that were attacking people, and I had to shoot things and people and then G. was on the aliens’ side and he was going to shoot me so I had to shoot him, but he didn’t die right away, but the wolves were coming so I had to stand there and wait for him to die so that the wolves wouldn’t eat him while he was still alive. I didn’t like that dream.
(song: “Somewhere Near,” Richmond Fontaine)
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In the catalog under mood/grumpy; meta; nothing; rock&roll
Drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass
Friday, 19 August, 2005
I have just turned in my last paper of the summer — well, my last real paper — almost twenty minutes early! Woo!
I have also: been in Shelby’s wedding (cried); got in more arguments with my mother, who is not so good at rationality sometimes (did not cry); cried about a puppy I fell in love with online but who got adopted by someone else (cried); finally tried dirty martinis (rejoiced) and wondered why I have not been drinking them for years (regretted lost time); gotten fancy shiny new flipflops (rejoiced); had job interviews for two (!) different grown-up jobs (fretted, then was optimistic).
Upcoming: wait to hear about jobs; find another puppy; drink more dirty martinis.
(song: “Portland, Oregon,” Loretta Lynn & Jack White)
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In the catalog under school; list/to do; list/done; people/family; people/pals
You always play the madman poets
Wednesday, 3 August, 2005
I? Totally love WordPress. Importing goes like this: export as a .txt; plug the path to the .txt file into a PHP file; click “OK!” And there it is!
Except for the part where now I have to change them all from “uncategorized” to whatever category they belong in, and also change them to the correct author. I might not do this all at once, so don’t be confused if old posts say they are authored by “lauren-import.”
Still haven’t figured out comments.
(song: “Are You Out There?,” Dar Williams)