Poor Steve

He never gets his picture posted when he looks normal, so here he is at Old Man's Cave. No funny hats. No funny clothes. No weird expression.




This appears to be the only photograph I have of him where he isn't doing something odd. Now, I'm not claiming that means he's virtually always doing something odd. I'm certainly not claiming that. But the evidence sure points in that direction, doesn't it?

When I went to bed last night

When I went to bed last night for the first time there was a tree in front of my house.

When I went to bed last night for the second time, there was this:



Strangely enough, I don't consider it an improvement.

The ultimate childhood photo

Steve as a kid. I defy you to top that.

Anti- is up, with a poem by Gary L McDowell

I'm a fan of Gary L McDowell, and this poem cements my fandom.

I haven't had a chance to look at the rest of Anti-. I saw McDowell's name and had to read that one first.

I can post, but can't comment

For the past few weeks I've been having a devil of a time commenting on posts with Blogger, even here on my own blog. Please don't think I'm ignoring you!

You'd think fame and brilliance would fix it

Cruising around on YouTube I found this video for the Alison Krauss-Robert Plant collaborative album "Raising Sand." The remarkable part? Robert Plant talks about how intimidated he was, saying that he is used to hiding behind a microphone.

It's funny. In the back of my head, I guess I assumed that after a certain point nothing would phase you any longer, that you'd become immune to intimidation, at least in your field.

But Robert Plant is just a guy with a great voice and a lot of history. He's not Superman.

It's depressing. There isn't really a rainbow with a pot of self-assurance at the end of it, a pot of contentment. There's always doubt.

Damn.

Such a diversity of opinion!

I haven't been doing much workshopping and decided to try "Sometimes the nitro works" at Gaz and the Round-Up. Very mixed, interestingly mixed, reviews.

At some point, workshopping really becomes seeing what reactions you get and if you can live with them!

New "Hard to Say" with William Stobb

William has started doing more episodes of "Hard to Say." Check out the latest.

Apologies for the self-pity

And thanks to all for the kind words.

I just need more realistic expectations. I'll get them, eventually.

Could I be in a worse mood? I dunno. Try me!

See? This is what happens when I get confident. I feel good. Life is going just fine. We start making plans. Then Steve is gasping for air and taking nitroglycerin and I want to put my head between my knees to just lie down on the floor somewhere in a blind panic. Yeah, panic makes me lie down. I'm awfully good in a crisis. Nerves of pudding, me.

He's okay, but I'm back to feeling like the rug under my feet has two big, hairy hands gripping one end.

I don't get to have a normal life. I miss what I've never had.

Aliens have invaded my brain

You have to understand. I'm not a home project sort of person. I'm not a remodeler.

Yet I'm thinking about putting in a new kitchen, laundry room, and downstairs bath. My god. I've been infested or something.

Someone help meeeeee!

I was thirsty and wanted a drink

So I drank a beer.

I now feel like I could sleep for days. Eek.

Jacobs Field has been renamed Progressive Field. From the way Clevelanders are moaning, you'd think it was Enema Park or Monistat Stadium.

I am here, by the way. I just don't seem to have anything to say.

Steve is scorching something in the kitchen.

I did hang the pan thing.

I didn't buy a banjo, though I still might.

Now my blogging has worn me out and I need a lie-down.

Kettle corny

Steve got me a popcorn popper for Christmas, one that allows you to make kettle corn.

If I eat my own weight in kettle corn, will I still fit through the door? Inquiring minds want to know.

O-bama! O-eight! I-O-wa! Looks great!

Add your own clapping as appropriate.

Decisions, decisions

Do we resurrect the bread maker or sullenly accept our reduced carbohydrate fate?

Do we go ahead and buy a banjo?

Do we hang the pan thing?

TELL ME!

Happy new year

May you all find joy and peace and really good cheeses (I recommend this one).