There’s many an old joke about banjo players, and they’re usually told by guitar players. My favorite runs like this:
I was an early adopter of technology. I have owned at least one computer and telecommunications device (modem, broadband) since early 1984. I was on one of the world’s first bulletin board systems (BBS), CBBS-1. I remember bitnet.
I woke up this morning at 4:30. Why? Hell if I know. I read the Times, did the mini crossword and Tiles, glanced at other vendors of news, then got out of bed. Spouse was sleeping soundly so I went for an 8-mile bike ride that ended at one of the few coffee places open early today. Got home and Spouse was ready to…
I am about to blow a gasket over what should be a simple thing.
Dinner tonight was
92 pp. of discussion on this one, folks!
This is an invite to talk about something you’ve done that you can brag on.
I don’t generally mind being a lawyer, but sometimes...
I wanted to brag on this thing. I think I started collecting parts about four or five months ago, built Version 1 by grafting the neck from one guitar onto the body of another, and trying that version with a weird combination of the pickups that had come with those two guitars. I’m much happier with this version,…
That is all.
...of the basement and went for a ride to my favorite used book store and coffee shop this afternoon. Where I saw something that some people here might appreciate:
I have an Apple iPhone SE. It’s perfect, or very nearly so. It feels good in the hand, it does everything I need to do. I like it a lot.
I go shovel now.
That is all.
Tell me about yours. I bet I can top it.
Last night, for the first time since we married, Spouse and I slept in separate rooms.
I have work to do and time to do it, but I just don’t wanna. Am I alone today?
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.
Some people like Spring. It’s OK—bare trees bloom into green, lining fields and streets (if you’re fortunate enough to live in a city with trees, that is). And of course, Spring is the traditional mating and/or birth season, when life bursts forth. Spring is the season of weddings and proms and babies…and mosquitoes…