Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

It is Spring. We’ve now had about two perfectly sunny jacketless afternoons in Dresden. It was so nice on the way home from my job interview this morning I to my axe to the park and woodsheded (correct spelling) for a few hours in the sun. Now I am all brown and befreckled and have no need to go outdoors for the rest of the year.

This old stone house still has the chill in its bones, compelling some to keep heating some. But the sun is now out and shining on the chimney, causing the smoke to go downstairs and out of my oven. The Stube is full of coal smokey stench. So I built a small fire, now isn’t that better, Norwegian wetter.

More Dude Dude Chick action! Plug Away! (1.5 Mb mp3)

Oh crap oh crap oh crap that was frightening…
Yesterday while hurredly trying to finish an animation for this on the side job I was doing, the comp crashed and started up with a BSOD. I tried restarting in safe mode, but it apparently froze up while booting. After restarting again, The computer wouldn’t respond at all after loading the Bios. Not knowing what to do, I tried restarting again several times. I sweated, and tried to relax by practicing chromatic scales on my axe, which was a bad idea because chromatic scales are rather annoying to listen to over and over again. Then I looked under the hood and saw that dust was keeping the fan from turning. I remedied that sitch, and now we are back in beeswax.

It’s a beflippered swimbot! More agile than your garden variety propbot, you see.

Oh boy, I gots a new ECard done for my award winning virtualingua site!

Cowardice asks the question – is it safe? Expediency asks the question –
is it politic? Vanity asks the question – is it popular? But conscience
asks the question – is it right? There comes a time when one must take a
position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but one must
take it because it is right. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

My comp has been all bleep and blop this last day or so. It got to the point that she wouldn’t start up at all. I went into safe mode and deleted a bunch of crap, and let her run defrag for about two hours, only getting a forth of the way through. So far so good.

So I might be offline for a while. But as long as the old rechner holds out, I might add:

Douglas Adams, author of Hitchiker’s guide to the Galaxy, screenplay writer for Doctor Who,
Keith Rupert Murdoch, Australian fascist,
and Mary Shelly, romantic wife, mother of a monster,
were all born on this day.

It seems that the conservatives are preaching to the peanut gallery.

“Another rich, liberal elitist from Massachusetts who claims he’s a man of the people. Priceless”.

Anyone accustomed to the rich hither and thither banter of the internet would cringe at such a cheap rip from that saturated credit card commercial. Anyone, at least, who isn’t a fratboy date-rapist, seeing as they are the ones who in their own way have given said marketing slogan a whole new–albeit base–life of its own. I’ll not have sink to such levels as to have to prove my point. The fact is, at least on the net, widely known. So…

The only response I could deign to type is: how trite is that?

I can’t wait to see what they have in store for the latino swing-vote… Hey muchachos, vote for me and we’ll make this land “spic-and-span”?

Spalding Gray is dead. I can offer no eulogy, alas, I hardly knew him.

Tomorrow English Club meets in Trotzdem in Alaunstrasse. I’ve never been in there before, but I am long overdue for missing a week of EC.

This coming Sunday is Pi Day. Get it? 3.14? So, Dude Dude Chick’s theme for the gig on Saturday will be “Pi Eve”. We always do a theme, and we always make up an ill-conceived song on the spot to go with the said theme. This time we went as far as recording our poorly written pi song. Lord help us.