Trent, Stop Calling Me Ever since I got my T-moblie phone I’ve been a pretty happy camper. I don’t ask much of it and it doesn’t ask much of me. However, since the day I’ve had the phone, I’ve been called by a mysterious phone number. The random call is a local number and the …

Hazardous Materials Shaky hands and a dizzy head greet my Monday morning. Yesterday, I was all excited and motivated after the Vikings got crushed by the Raiders and the Packers beat up a Tampa Bay team that doesn’t look at all like the one that won the Big Bowl last year. I celebrated the victory …

Me and My Melodica In these cooler days, I’ve been rocking out a lot with my Melodica. This crazy, German made instrument that’s a cross between a harmonica and a piano, and made popular by the shining Rastafarian maestros of a dubwise babylon, continues to soothe the soul and illuminate the spirit. With almost no …

Choppin’ Broccoli If cooking consisted of nothing more than chopping things up with various types of finely sharpened cutlery, then I would be the king of cooking. Well, actually, that’s not entirely true. Actually, it’s far from true. Let’s just say it’s a title I would aspire to. A gourmet chopper. Is there a specific …

Automotive Rescue Blues My chariot, my trusty road-sled, the grand ’85 Oldsmobile Brougham, is on its death bed – gasping and wheezing for its last ethanol breath. It will take a minor rattletrap, super skate miracle to bring my gas guzzler back from the brink. I took it to the local garage today and they …

My Shepherd Will Supply My Needs Aghhh. Too much freaking work, heavy lifting, and pixel pushing for any serious blogging to happen in these parts. I’m on some serious head down, nose to the grindstone type shit over here. I was doing really well too, keeping things together, sauntering up to impossible deadlines with a …

First Snow Batten down the hatches. Morning comes today on the heals of a brilliant Packer victory over the Vikes and with all the promise of a wet and wonderful snow filled day. Maybe an inch or two by the end of it. Because my morning commute all happens indoors – the traffic on the …

Taming the Panther Blues Going on day four here of freezing drizzle and a sky that refuses to change its hex value (#666). If it were not for clocks, you wouldn’t be able to tell if it was 8AM, noon, or 5PM. Yuck. I spent all of yesterday installing Panther. Man, if the purpose of …