It's not nice to tease.

Received this email today from Stub Hub after the promoted Indians postseason tickets. I, too, am sorry, StubHub.

Damn, Sam...

... I love a woman than rains.
I don't know what that means, but I also loved this day.

Writing again

I figure now is as good a time as any to try and jump back on board. I've had some ideas swirling around in my brain, so it's about time to be putting them down onto paper. Already have a beginning, part of a middle and most of an end. That is a pretty damn good start for me.

I'm also currently looking for a part-time job, because I know the old Eagle isn't gonna last forever, though we will be celebrating 200,000 miles probably sometime early next year. Until then, cross your fingers!


Soundtrack to today's blog:
How Far We All Come Away
Phosphorescent
A Hundred Times or More

Panorama of home.

Choo-bobble