Having to say goodbye (for real, this time) to my brother this morning sucked.
Getting treated to this view on my way back into town, however, did not suck.
So there's that.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
12-16-13
This album reminds me why I like commercials.
Because they introduce me to new music (like when REI used We Are Augustines' "Chapel Song").
This album features the "Ends of the Earth" music featured in the latest Zales commercial.
That song is great.
The rest of the album is better.
You can buy or download it here.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
12-8-13
I have watched (and Twitterized) today with evil glee as United Arilines' Twitter feed has been taken over by a canned, half-assed response to the kerfluffle they created when they BUMPED a 90-year-old Pearl Harbor survivor from an LAX-Honolulu flight.
They "proactively rebooked" him.
To effing MAUI.
On an AMERICAN AIRLINES flight.
From there, Hawaiian Airlines gave him the literal first-class treatment he should have already been given when they flew him to Honolulu.
United Airlines utterly failed this week. Period. End of story.
American Airlines and Hawaiian Airlines upped the game and won The Interwebs.
And a World War II vet (finally) made it to the ceremony commemorating America's Day of Infamy, despite an airline's everlasting shame.
They "proactively rebooked" him.
To effing MAUI.
On an AMERICAN AIRLINES flight.
From there, Hawaiian Airlines gave him the literal first-class treatment he should have already been given when they flew him to Honolulu.
United Airlines utterly failed this week. Period. End of story.
American Airlines and Hawaiian Airlines upped the game and won The Interwebs.
And a World War II vet (finally) made it to the ceremony commemorating America's Day of Infamy, despite an airline's everlasting shame.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
12-4-13
I'm voting against a sequel to "Nights in the ER with Mom."
I'm voting in favor of not-sauvignon Blanche wine.
Also: I'm ready to run away back to Western Washington. It's not effing 9 below zero there.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
12-3-13
The highlight of my day was eating a doughnut.
The lowlight was realizing that I just ate that effing doughnut. And that I wanted the rest of the doughnuts in that big, beautiful white box.
I'm working late, fuzzy socks over my tights to ward off the sub-zero windchill that seems to be seeping in through otherwise nonexistent cracks in the wall.
I'm just plain cold. I'm convinced wine would help with that. Alas ...
Trying to write, and all I want to do is listen to the Lord Huron album I downloaded tonight, drink lots and lots of wine and read George RR Martin.
No dice, because tonight was kind of a dicey night of city government.
So it's coffee, a digital recorder on half-speed playback ... and the music quietly piping over the clatter of my scatter-brained typing.
Alongside cranking out a kick-ass story (or three), it's the best I can do.
The lowlight was realizing that I just ate that effing doughnut. And that I wanted the rest of the doughnuts in that big, beautiful white box.
I'm working late, fuzzy socks over my tights to ward off the sub-zero windchill that seems to be seeping in through otherwise nonexistent cracks in the wall.
I'm just plain cold. I'm convinced wine would help with that. Alas ...
Trying to write, and all I want to do is listen to the Lord Huron album I downloaded tonight, drink lots and lots of wine and read George RR Martin.
No dice, because tonight was kind of a dicey night of city government.
So it's coffee, a digital recorder on half-speed playback ... and the music quietly piping over the clatter of my scatter-brained typing.
Alongside cranking out a kick-ass story (or three), it's the best I can do.
Monday, December 2, 2013
12-2-13
Some days, my only consolation is knowing I can go home, put on PJs & drink straight from the wine bottle. #Single #NoRoommates
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