I still love Gelson's more that any other market. Gelson's makes me happy.
We have new neighbors upstairs who are busy, busy, busy being noisy, noisy, noisy. I'm sure they all weigh about 600 lbs. minimum.
Mr. B will not wear shoes, only his black slide-on sandals. With white socks.
C-note informed me this morning that Mr. B should not wear the plaid shorts anymore as they are a wee bit short.
Obviously Mr. B is not anywhere close to being fashionable or chic these days, but at least his bangs are growing in. Quick, hide the scissors.
SIGH, Heavy Sigh, Bluebelly is once again experiencing technical difficulties.
We are the COMPUTER BERMUDA TRIANGLE here at our house.
Nothing seems to have any chance of operating properly, and everything is acting completely weird for no apparent reason at all. The computer I am writing this message from is totally possessed! How is it possible to keep getting pop-up ads when you are not even on the internet? Nothing seems to help. The last resort is to do an exorcism, which could result of course in some interesting shit going down, but since this computer has no "noggin" to speak of, we can forgo the head spinning and vomiting. I'm sure there are other treats in store, the least of which is thousands of ads recruiting me for penis enlargement. (?)
Whatever.
At the beach yesterday, Mr. B demonstrated his skill at taking on four foot waves. Either jump up and over, or dive under and get washed further out to sea. He's a skilled wave rider, that's for sure. He doesn't seem to mind the chilly water much, but does zip back to the swimming pool quickly to warm up after 45 minutes or so in the ocean. I wouldn't stick my little toe in it's so cold.
C-note had to give up the SG for a few days as they re-string it, and check for tuning, action and intonation. Now that's he's worked it in properly, it's time for a tune-up, among other things. He can still practice on the Strat, keeping us well oiled with Led Zeppelin and AC/DC.
Looking out the window one would bet a hundred bucks it's downright winter time here in Malibu. Grey skies, windy, and grim looking. Better start up the old gas log, and kick off the first day of official fireplace usage for the season. Of course, they are predicting the Santa Ana's to start blowing soon, amping up temperatures and annoying those of us who spend all of five minutes getting the perfect "do" on our heads. It's life, eh?
