A funny thing happened on the way to the keyboard

Seems a couple months went by without me noticing. I don’t know how that happens. Years ago I was listening to Coast to Coast with Art Bell and the guest he had that night explained that the world was like a tape dispenser and that over time the years peel off and leave a smaller roll that then peels off faster and faster till the inevitable end. According to this guest, we were in the really fast part of the peel and heading for oblivion.

I don’t know if that’s true, but everything sue seems faster since Sequel came to live with us. Seems I’m twice as busy, time travels twice as fast, and I get half as much done. Oh well. The half I get done is pretty cool, so I guess I can’t complain.

So what has happened since last we spoke?

Summer hit like a bomb. It’s so hot and sticky and buggy here that I’m pretty much banished from the shop until September. I have taken a renewed interest in my comic book collection and have begun to acquire several old horror comics from the 70’s. That’s been a lot of fun.

I’ve been watching Daredevil on Netflix. I can only marathon an episode or two at a time because small children monopolize the television. but I like it. You should check it out.

Sequel got glasses and she is the cutest little kid ever to do the zombie walk across the living room.

And…

I’ve still been working on that damn book. That’s where I’ve been and that’s what I do. But where here I tend to write rather quickly, over there I write slow as hell. I’ve tried all the techniques to get me over the slow writing syndrome, but I think it’s just how I do it. I’ll muddle through this one and then the second one will go faster and the third faster still, and on and on until I’m the fastest and bestest book writer on the planet. But for now, I’m still doing the slow thing.

Well, that’s it for now. It was nice talking to you.

Custom Powered Pedal Board for Austin Hot Mods SXSW Exhibit

IMG_1290 Good evening Minions. I trust you’re up to no good. Tonight I present a collaborative project with my friend Chris from Austin Hot Mods: a custom powered pedal board for his South by Southwest exhibit.  Continue reading

Getting Stuff Done

 

The kids got swings for Christmas. The idea was to tie ropes from the giant oak tree out back and they would have hours of fun and so that’s what we did. I borrowed a ladder that wasn’t long enough, then used a wrench tied to the end of the rope and twirled the damn thing all afternoon until I finally got them in place. It was not a fun project at all, but it was worth it to see the smiles on my little minions’ faces.

Then came the squirrel.

I tied the swings up using rope passed through a slip knot, leaving about six inches on the short end to ensure the knots wouldn’t slip. Little did I know that some bastard squirrel was going to chew that rope off right at the knot and use it to make a nest. I saw him doing it and even tried to throw things at him but the branch was too damn high. He got away with the safety end of the rope and I’d been wondering if and when that knot was going to give ever since. It gave on Saturday as Bride swung on it, just a few minutes before the sink collapsed.

Well, since I’d already anticipated the thing breaking, I had a plan in place to get it back up. I went inside, grabbed my bow, then I taped a length of twine to an arrow and then shot that mofo over the branch. Damned if I was going to stand there trying to lob a flippin’ wrench straight up for a half-hour again.

It worked and now Spawn’s swing is fully operational once more.

That’s how we get stuff done around here.

 

How was your weekend?

Mine was 1/2 excellent and 50% pure suck. Here’s why.

On Saturday, a bunch of people from work came over and we had a big crawfish boil. Food and drinks were plentiful and everyone had a great time. They even helped clean up such that at the end of it all, Bride and I only had a few dishes and a couple little things here and there to pick up. Then everything suddenly went very, very wrong.

As I was scrubbing a particularly stubborn splotch of blood cheese off the bottom of the sink, there was a crunch sound followed by the sink collapsing into the cabinet below. Well, not completely, but enough to know that something was totally messed up.

Upon further investigation I discovered that whoever installed the sink merely used glue to mount it to the granite counter top, eschewing any of the clips or mounts or other things that might prevent a sink from collapsing into the cabinetry below.

So, 3/4 + 25% drunk and tired from a day of entertaining, I left it for the morning. But of course, it kept creeping into my mind, as in, “Ah man, what a nice day, such great friends, great food, and a killer buzz. Why do I feel so down? Oh, yeah. That…”

Sunday morning, Bride took Spawn to see a movie and I got to work. Luckily, I had help from my father-in-law. We spent the day cleaning and scraping old glue and silicone from the underside of the granite as well as building supports for the damn thing.

One thing I can say for the people who installed this thing, they at least sprung for the good glue. That stuff took FOREVER to remove. The bastards.

So, after half my day spent leaning over, cleaning old glue from the underside of the counter, and the other half spent inside the cabinet attempting to put screws into places that had an almost cosmic resistance to screws, my back got pretty torqued up and now I’m sitting on an ice pack.

How was your weekend?