Had a two-hour lunch of cheap (but decent) Chinese food at Golden Dragon with long-lost friends. Delivered gifts. Scored roving and petted friendly dogs. Spent $6 and 45 minutes at Knittn Kitten. There was this amazing piece of 70s vintage fabric I couldn’t leave behind. I can’t sew, but some things are just for inspiration.

Oh, and I spent my 40% off coupon at Borders on Skin Trade. Gonna read now. While I am reading, you can watch Al Yankovic’s magnum opus. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not.

Note: Yes, I know my blog is too narrow for the vid. I don’t care. Gonna change the template eventually.

The neighborhood children, who are an endless source of entertainment, were playing in the parking lot as I cleaned up the kitchen. There was much discussion to which I paid no attention, then one of the children (we don’t know his name, so I refer to him is Dead-Eyed Boy, as he’s not the nicest of the bunch, and does, indeed, have dead eyes) exclaimed “Holy Fucking Shit, there’s someone up there!” I turned, realizing they were referring to me. They scattered, except for Eric, who waved shyly from his bicycle.

Fluid Sculpture from Charlie Bucket on Vimeo.

I upgraded, I swear I did, though my control panel is still nagging me.  I’ll probaby forget and upgrade again in a month or so.

I have shut off comments for this blog.  I rarely get a comment (likely because I rarely post), but I still have to clear a lot of spam.  Not worth it.

Just attempted an upgrade, now I’m gonna try to publish something.

Spousal Unit:  is cruising Etsy for wallets, and finds this.

Me: “Oooh, bookmark that for me?”

SU: I AM NOT BUYING YOU PICTURES OF OTHER MEN’S PENISES!

Me: Spoilsport.

Not getting you a goram Amazon gift certificate just so I can be on time this year. Want to find something special. You know I’m always late with this stuff. Just want you to know I’m thinking of you.

So yeah, we moved from a 4-bedroom house to a 2-bedroom apartment. Honestly, I like the space. It’s just the right size. The apt itself could kindly be termed “down-market”, but that’s cool. The neighbors and the manager are wonderful.

As my friends have no doubt noticed, I’ve gone fully into Hide Mode. Sorry, dear ones. I’ll come out again eventually. Right now I’m nesting, and I don’t wanna talk to anyone. Hanging lots of art on the walls. Making the tiny kitchen work. Moving the cat box. Eating at restaurants waaaay too much.

So there’s an update. Love to my loves. I’ll talk to you soon.

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