Category Archives: Music

Hello, Dolly.

Happy birthday, Freddy Mercury.

This is a fant­astic video by the Googs to cel­eb­rate the 65th b’day of Freddy Mercury.  

I’ll call it a Poem

This way, it’s not whinge­ing.   I don’t have any­thing to say. I don’t write on demand. I need a topic. This isn’t work­ing. Something. Something Something, Write some­thing. Write what thing? Is there any one thing that needs for me to write that thing. no

What do I want to say?

I’m tired. I look at myself and see me going to work almost every day, for­cing a smile and act­ing like a good extro­vert, then I come home com­pletely drained. I’m barely able to stand once I sit down, so I find myself hunched in front of my com­puter look­ing at mind­less com­ics and worth­less crap from the dregs of the

Killing Some Time

I’ve star­ted prac­ti­cing drum­ming again. It’s been a long while. I think, mostly, I felt intim­id­ated by a prac­tice pad. They’re cold, and expres­sion­less, when com­pared with the awe­some sound of a full acous­tic drum kit. Having spent a few days now actu­ally tap­ping out simple pat­terns though, I can def­in­itely see the bene­fit. Paradiddles, triplets, five seven and nine stroke rolls,

Okay fine

So, for the past hour or so Lindsay and I have been listen­ing to Parry Gripp you­tube videos. Here is an example. There’s a lot of really cute and funny songs there.

Writer’s Block

I found this wine at J. Webb Market. It has a pic­ture of Shakespeare on the front and a long and elo­quent quote on the back extolling the val­ues of good wine and going on at length about the hor­rors of the afflic­tion known as “Writer’s Block” It’s quite a tasty syrah, lighter bod­ied than I am accus­tomed, but not

Happy Monkey!

Okay, so the folks at the Apple apple store were quite friendly, I signed in early just in case they could help me out before my actual appoint­ment and spent a good half an hour wan­der­ing around look­ing at all of the Mac toys. Lindsay was there hanging out with me so it wasn’t com­pletely bor­ing. My

Wherin I breifly address a selection of categories.

I am an athe­ist. Most people will not be bothered by this; some people may be. I am not a “New Atheist” or an “Old Atheist”, I simply do not believe that there is a God or Gods. My reas­ons for this belief is likely very sim­ilar to the reas­ons of other non-believers in these times. There is