beastgrinder

i absolutely refuse to twitter.

i was walking around in new orleans, at least i think it was new orleans, and i ran into a guy i knew in high school, jason.  he and his friend were selling tours of the city and jason had some scrabble tiles in his hand.  i thought i'd take a tour, see some sights.  i gave him five dollars, but then his angry partner handed me five dollars right back.  the five he gave me had instructions written on it for getting to the start of the tour, so followed them. i ended up at a row of bars and restaurants.  i walked into one and had a strange sense that i had been there or dreamed that place before.  there was a crowd of people standing around a

last night i had to explain Captain America to a couple of spanish-speaking shot glasses on the floor in the hallway of my parents' home. in other news, my latest sculpture is coming along nicely, although i think i've hit the point where i usually get bored with it and try to hurry it along.  it's been a lot of detail work lately, and i have to finish a good deal of it before i can move to the next phase.  i think it'll turn out pretty well, though.  i'm hoping to be finished in a couple of weeks, although that might be optimistic because i'm also shopping for a house, which as it turns out is a lot more headache than i thought.  i really n