Ant Head
Friday, June 11, 2004
I'll post when you do, bitch.
It got lonely in the blogosphere when there was nobody else to visit. I didn't want to be the last one on the bandwagon and get stuck with the check.
Also, I got engaged. Our wedding is August 27th. Do you have *any* idea how time consuming planning a wedding is? Oy vey, as they say. I've shopped for flowers, and bridesmaid dresses, and bilingual DJs. I'm enrolled in classes from "beginner tango" and "cumbia for gringos" to "so, you wanna be a Jew!" (taught by a lesbian rabbi). So, I've been busy. And at least I've given you some idea of what I've been up to.
Speaking of which, applications are now being accepted for the positions of groomsman and usher. Limited spots are available, act now!
Also, I have two "Gmail" accounts to give away. If you want one, get in touch soon. On Monday I'm selling them on ebay. No, not really... I don't know how to use the damn thing, and I'm guessing it may result in me losing my cool-ass webmail that few others have.
Word.
I'll post when you do, bitch.
It got lonely in the blogosphere when there was nobody else to visit. I didn't want to be the last one on the bandwagon and get stuck with the check.
Also, I got engaged. Our wedding is August 27th. Do you have *any* idea how time consuming planning a wedding is? Oy vey, as they say. I've shopped for flowers, and bridesmaid dresses, and bilingual DJs. I'm enrolled in classes from "beginner tango" and "cumbia for gringos" to "so, you wanna be a Jew!" (taught by a lesbian rabbi). So, I've been busy. And at least I've given you some idea of what I've been up to.
Speaking of which, applications are now being accepted for the positions of groomsman and usher. Limited spots are available, act now!
Also, I have two "Gmail" accounts to give away. If you want one, get in touch soon. On Monday I'm selling them on ebay. No, not really... I don't know how to use the damn thing, and I'm guessing it may result in me losing my cool-ass webmail that few others have.
Word.
I'll post when you do, bitch.
It got lonely in the blogosphere when there was nobody else to visit. I didn't want to be the last one on the bandwagon and get stuck with the check.
Also, I got engaged. Our wedding is August 27th. Do you have *any* idea how time consuming planning a wedding is? Oy vey, as they say. I've shopped for flowers, and bridesmaid dresses, and bilingual DJs. I'm enrolled in classes from "beginner tango" and "cumbia for gringos" to "so, you wanna be a Jew!" (taught by a lesbian rabbi). So, I've been busy. And at least I've given you some idea of what I've been up to.
Speaking of which, applications are now being accepted for the positions of groomsman and usher. Limited spots are available, act now!
Also, I have two "Gmail" accounts to give away. If you want one, get in touch soon. On Monday I'm selling them on ebay. No, not really... I don't know how to use the damn thing, and I'm guessing it may result in me losing my cool-ass webmail that few others have.
Word.
Friday, January 09, 2004
Murder mystery
It is always disturbing to discover death, especially when it arrives uninvited, unexpected, on your balcony.
With a little help from the "knowledge base" of the "Inter-net", I have determined that a common American robin breathed its last a couple feet away from my barbecue.
Sad, yes. But worse yet... there may have been "fowl" play (HA!!!) involved in the demise of this particular Turdus migratorius (hehe, turdus). No, friends, this did not appear to be a natural death. Indeed, several drops of blood indicate that this particular bird suffered a penetrating wound of some sort. Furthermore, its eyes have been removed (eaten? the horror!), perhaps as some sort of warning to other birds of a feather, courtesy of the local population of geese thugs that rule the skies of fremont with an iron beak. I fear that this particular robin got an offer he couldn't refuse....
Anyway, I was pissed that there was a dead bird on my balcony, and that the responsibility to "take care of it" was of course "mine." Birds are filthy. So I put a couple plastic bags over my hand, grabbed the bird and turned them inside out (a-la pooch poop picker uppers), and chucked the whole thing in the neighborhood dumpster. Good riddance.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
You cannot hide
This nascent blog was supposed to be temporarily hidden from the world. Yes, I had written my first post, but the truth is that it wasn't quite ready to make its entry into the world. The engraved invitations to visit my little spot on the web are still at the printer.
But some way, somehow, that insidious Chirls and his crack team of internet researchers tracked me down before my debut. Now my debutante ball is ruined! Thanks alot.
Nonetheless, I shall persevere.
Major recent events: Vacationed for 2 weeks in Italy and England. Played poker. Attended party. Currently engaged in epic battle to properly install stereo equipment.
There, now you're caught up with my life, more or less, and I can focus on the minutae that make blogs so damn interesting.
Friday, January 02, 2004
Peer pressure. It's a bitch.
Japajew had joked about it. Old man Chirls had me entertained, and he even prodded me a little. But it was the technologically impaired technology writer cum musical playwright who got me really jealous (the Ass)... what, having the world's most recognized newspaper as a plaything isn't enough of a public voice for him? Damn, I thought to myself, I need one of them blogs.
So here I am. I'll do my best to keep you all entertained with some stories from my life that are suitable for public consumption, and maybe I'll throw in some commentary on things you don't care about to boot. You know, just so I can be heard.
So come on in; have a cookie and stay awhile.
