Kid A and I transplanted 4 birch saplings on the weekend. During which, I did that thing to my back that makes me mildly grumbly whenever I use it, I broke 1 shovel handle, Kid A got a wet foot, and I’m pretty sure as of this morning that one of those saplings isn’t a birch tree after all. VICTORY!

Sometimes when you are adventuring you get a wet foot. It doesn’t mean you have to stop adventuring, it just means you have a wet foot.

We’re chained to the world and we all gotta pull.

Tom Waits

Regardless, I like it.

The problem with computers is the lack of ferrules and Siberian weasel hair.

Creativity is not a talent. It is a way of operating.

John Cleese

Which brings me to the crux of it – which is that all those Designers who have titled themselves Creatives are just Pompous Gas Bags trying to lift a label that isn’t uniquely theirs to take. You are all creative people. GO MAKE SOMETHING GREAT.

I take back everything I’ve ever said about this cat. She’s clearly working on an entirely different level of rodent eradication. Mouse witnessed in basement several weeks ago, but not since. Found floating in sump pump hole this afternoon, clearly for some time. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE ELDERLY.

A few days ago I traipsed around the house with a table lamp searching for the outlet end of a breaker labeled freezer. It was a fruitless search, so I left the breaker off. This morning my tea was violated with the kind of scum that occurs when calcium and tea tannins get much too chummy. RELABELLING THE BREAKER WATER SOFTENER.

You don’t know how to drink. Your whole generation, you drink for the wrong reasons. My generation, we drink because it’s good, because it feels better than unbuttoning your collar, because we deserve it. We drink, because it’s what men do.

Roger Sterling, Mad Men

If you were to walk past my window right now you might hear “PHOTOSHOP YOU PIECE OF SHITQUITQUITQUITQUIT. Restart.” followed closely by some colourful language regarding the whereabouts of our tea cart, which is a thing we haven’t got, but if we did I wouldn’t have to stomp disappointed up the stairs to get my own tea thanksverymuchfernothing. And that’s how we rooooooll.

I just took my mind off the hook for a bit. I reckoned that if the world wanted me badly enough it would call back. It did.

Ford Prefect, Life, the Universe, and Everything

All I get is a dial tone.

And as he drove on, the rain clouds dragged down the sky after him for, though he did not know it, Rob McKenna was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him and to water him.

Douglas Adams, So Long and Thanks for All the Fish

I’m doing my rain dance. CHA-CHA-CHA.