Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Good night.

Good night all. This blog is dead. I killed it. It was found beaten to death with a fire extinguisher and the details are still coming in now.

I think it's time to start over fresh in a new home. I'll let you know when it's up and ready - the programming brawler has already set up the domain and I am actively preparing the design.

In the meantime, I can only announce that my hair looks so kick-ass in a beehive, it's not even funny. I mean, serious - it's really cool.

Til' I have the new space ready, folks...


Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Summers at Bells

Reading the blog of my former English professor feels just a little bit shameful.

She used to mark our creative writing in pencil in the margins - suggestions more than critical comments. She's amazing really. Not only is she a twice published author, but she's bicycled across Russia, owns a country farm that she runs with her husband, has a masters degree in high math as well as English, sports a black belt in marshal arts, lays tile, teaches at the university... Is there anything she can't do?

I invited her to my wedding, not thinking that she would really show up. But she did, just long enough to congratulate me and hand me a package. It was a 1950s book called "Bride In the Kitchen". Inside she wrote, "You're beautiful - but can you cook?" And there was also a picture of me. It was photograph that her husband had snapped when I ran in to them at Bells Brewery some summers earlier. It looked like he processed the film himself.

There's a little part of me that would love to post witty comments on her blog. The other 75% of me doesn't want her to see what I've done.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

I'd rather live in Russia on brown bread and vodka...

Programming Brawler: (shells almonds and hands them to NM to eat) Look at this! Two little almonds were inside. What do you think that means?

Noir Muse: (Takes the two almonds) It's a "double" which means that whoever eats it can make a wish and it will come true. (eats both almonds like a evil, selfish squirrel.)

Programming Brawler: So....what did you wish for?

Noir Muse: Mmmmmm. A pint of vodka. (Looks over at the empty liquor cabinet, disappointedly)

Programming Brawler: Oh. I would have wished for us to be together forever in bliss...but whatever.