Internet foibles.

Saturday was a little problematic for me, in terms of getting work done. I’m currently in the middle of a much-needed redesign of, and I can’t work on it, or update my totally awesome blog, because my internet is down all day. A half-hour on the phone with SBC Yahoo support on Sunday morning makes me figure out that the order that I’ve been resetting my modem and router is all wrong. That’s really funny because I’ve been doing it the way Charter told me about for the last four years.

Finicky technology, sanity is for others! So, yet another reminder to myself, and those who might benefit from this knowledge: Unplug both router and modem, then plug in the modem and let it fully boot up before starting the router. Mumbo jumbo, sprinkle the cow’s blood, and then spin in three very awkward circular motions, counter-counter-clockwise.

Band names

I know I’ll probably never start a band, but I’ve kinda been holding on to these names for a while, and I thought I’d share them with you, dear loyal viewer.

Supply and The Band
The Drunken Cadavers
A Garage Full of Hurt
We Start With a Bang
Ap*llo the Dog


So, I’m very very sorry if you came to my blog earlier and found… well… anything somewhere between a blank screen and a screenful of coder gobbledygook. Turns out I broke WordPress when I thought I was upgrading it.

Tip for everyone, including myself: TURN OFF ALL PLUGINS BEFORE UPGRADING WORDPRESS. I seriously hope I’ve learned my lesson.

In other apologies: the last week or two, I’ve been trying to work up the courage to call an advertiser for the Women’s Press back and apologize to her for how I treated her on the phone. Suffice it to say, it was nearing press time for the paper, and I was nearing the end of my rope when she asked me to do some simple changes to her ad. Basically, I feel like I was a jackass. I’m meaning to call her up any day now and apologize.

We’ll see how that goes.

Poetry in SLO

It’s been a long time since I’ve spent much time in the public sphere of the local poetry scene. Gosh, it wasn’t that long ago that I was hanging out on Wednesday nights at Linnaea’s, listening to the classical guitarists, the poets, the singer-songwriters, and the occasional senior-citizen white rapper.

Actually, that was probably four or five years ago. You know, that seems like a real long time ago, now that I put it that way. But I still write. Occasionally.

Anyhow, the next couple of weekends is the 24th Annual Poetry Festival here. I’m going to try to go to every event I can. Let me know if you’re interested in joining me.

Here’s a list of the events. Here’s a not as pretty list that also includes the monthly poetry events around the area.

Pushing Daisies

If you haven’t seen the show Pushing Daisies, you need to. It feels like Amelie or Big Fish, with probably a hint of The Addams Family, only in a weekly hour-long programme.

The basic premise is this: as a boy, Ned found out he had a special ability. Whenever he touched something dead, it came back to life forever. Once he touched them again, they died. Forever. No amount of touching will bring them back. If he doesn’t touch them, within a minute something else will die in the area. Ned would say it’s a “random proximity thing.” This also leaves Ned with a fear of really getting close to anyone. His faithful dog, who is the first to receive his gift, lives on, never being pet except by strangers or tree branch.

It’s now 20 years later, he owns a pie shop, called The Pie Hole, and he solves mysterious deaths with a private eye: Emerson Cod. They touch dead people, ask how they died and collect the reward money. Watching the tv one day, he learns that his childhood sweetheart, Charlotte Charles (nicknamed Chuck), was murdered on a cruise boat. He touches her at the mortuary, and can’t bear himself to touch her again. And so, she lives forever, and they’re in love, but they can never touch for fear of her dying again. Now, all three of them work together to solve these mysteries.

The real breakout star in the show is Olive Snook, played by Kristin Chenoweth. Olive is Ned’s only employee at The Pie Hole, and she’s in love with Ned. The fact that he’s in love with Chuck, someone who’s “re-living,” and someone he’ll never touch, is really confusing to her, given she has no idea about Ned’s power. She’s amazing though, a simply stellar actress. Even better than when she was in the West Wing. Just listening to her sing They Might Be Giant’s perennial hit “Birdhouse in Your Soul” a couple episodes back was amazing.

Anyhow, if you find yourselves wondering what to watch on Wednesday nights, check out ABC, I think at 8. Or, watch the episodes online at I don’t think I’ve seen television this funny, complex, quirky, and child-like all at once, ever.

Of things that could have been.

For some reason, recently I have been very interested in non-canon Star Trek stuff… old school 60’s-era Gold Key comics (more on that later), discussions about Phase II, et cetera.

Something I hadn’t read, though, was about the failed movie project Star Trek: The Beginning, which would have taken place after Enterprise but before TAS. It’s an interesting read.

Check it out, you know, if you dare to geek.