Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Aw, bear.

Bear dreams of a literary life. - Threadless, Best T-shirts Ever

Monday, July 07, 2008

Half of the time we're gone and we don't know where.

There is a girl sitting in one of the big, green leather chairs at the Coffee House reading Love in the Time of Cholera. I sort of want to go over and congratulate her.

I am annoyed that my Last.fm page isn't picking up the plays from my iPod. That's okay I guess. It's all been the new Wolf Parade album (which I don't like as much as the first one), the new Silver Jews and "The Only Living Boy in New York" by Simon and Garfunkel. I really love that song. Aaaaaah, ahhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaahh, here I am.

Outside it smells like drizzle on a hot city with a hint of firework smoke. I suppose there's a kiss of burning nylon from the cigarette receptacles, too. The sky is dark and looming, so it must be my day off. If it's going to be this hot it might as well at least be sunny, dammit.

Ooo. Lightning. Outside an approachable girl with a hat right out of Feifel Goes West sits atop her bicycle under the awning that the Coffee House shares with Bison Witches and U.S. Property. She's a little bit soaked but doesn't mind – she makes conversation with me while her boyfriend gets them some coffee to go. People in Lincoln are pretty friendly.

Gotham Knight comes out tomorrow, and my copy has been shipped from Amazon. I sort of hope it shows up today, but I know it won't. I'm not even remotely excited about the anime aspect – I just really want to hear Conroy do some more Batman. le sigh.

Thursday, July 03, 2008



So there's that.

The weather is modestly perfect today. High 70s and breezy. I love it – I'm about as sick as I can be of this 90 degree weather nonsense. I wish I didn't have to work tonight so I could go for a walk, but alas. I'm working extra shifts this week and I think my raise kicked in at the beginning of the month, so I can't rightly complain (but I will anyway).

One of my neighbors apparently sent a letter of complaint to my mother (she owns the property, I don't think these people know I'm her son, they just think I rent or something) regarding my lawn, which is hilarious. I don't understand how people can be so uptight about that kind of thing. It's not even that bad. I have some fallen limbs piled up next to the house, but the only reason they're still there is because Tri Point hasn't shown up yet to haul them away. I also need some trees trimmed, but that's Tri Point's job as well. So screw it.

Lord, I honestly have nothing else to say.