I have to say sorry for the lack of postingage, and I don’t even have Bastard’s excuse of hideous nature events.
Here. Look at these cats:
We have, however, been trying to get the environs into appreciable shape to allow friends and family to drink heavily in relative safety during our upcoming PARTY; thus the desperate work on the deck and repairing the dog-destroyed kitchen ceiling. Tonight, I cleaned up all the resultant dust, blood and entrails from all the horrible weird places it landed during the ceiling work while I watched the Packers fourth string players embarrass Kansas City’s first stringers.
On the plus side, the half-deck is nominally habitable and the ceiling has been patched to an acceptable level, and new lights installed. Further adjustment of the lights is needed, but they work and don’t burn the fucking place down, so we count it as a fucking win, dammit.
More plus: One of our new favorite local musicians is joining us on Saturday to play some songs. You guys who can’t come to our party should think about buying some of his music.
On the minus side, the stereo amp died at some point in the last couple of weeks, and the budget does not allow for replacement by Saturday. Also, one or two of the basement steps decided to have a nervous breakdown tonight, so I had to rig up a serviceable repair AFTER drinking three or four Kooba Zombres (I still have all my fin-GAHS!). At least I got do do a little demolition of hundred year old crappy construction.
Also, all the sanding of the ceiling has apparently resulted in permanent discoloration of my arms and face.
Further minus: my clients have apparently decided it is acceptable to stretch my invoices out into the 120 day range, so I am as broke as I have ever been.
Since I will likely be working most of tomorrow on trying to beat nickels out of deadbeat clients, then working with Wife Sublime to clean up this big old crappy wreck of a house, don’t expect any significant posts. Unless, of course, I drink enough Sprecher beer and Hornitos to drunk-post on Saturday, in which case I might as well apologize now.
And finally, advance Caturday with the less flighty of our two new felines:
Grey kitteh is much more shy; I am in favor of naming her “Schrodinger” since she seems to be more a potential cat, and when you look in the closet or under the bed, the waveform collapses into a cat or not a cat.
[EDIT] I am gonna bid you all goodnight with some Ridgway:
And because it’s timely and awesome, heres a little Tony Memmel: