More learning the new software today.  I’m actually really enjoying learning this latest update: this software is robust, and I think is exactly what I need to start assembling these books.  I was thinking I might do an annotated version of Jekyll & Hyde, just to get handy with the software, but it’s going so well, I think I’m just going to dive in with my books.

N.P.: “Working On It” – Chris Rea

Did a major update on my writing software today, so I’ll be reading and watching tutorials for the next couple of days.  That’s it…that’s all that’s going on here.  There may be adventures on the horizon.

N.P.: “Going Down South” – The Black Keys

Very pleased with the decision to strike down California’s stupid, ill-advised, dim-witted, myopic, untenable, and completely unconstitutional ban on assault rifles.  Finally.

N.P.: “Something Wicked This Way Comes” – Barry Adamson

Did a bit of book work today.  Continued to successfully elude the summer sun.

N.P.: “Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go – Extended Version” – Soft Cell

Today was a bit of a pain in the hole.  My afternoon got absolutely chewed up by scheduled events that didn’t happen and unscheduled events that did.  Perhaps tomorrow will be better behaved.

N.P.: “I’ve Been Everywhere” – L.A. Rats

All apologies, well-built reader, but it has been intolerably hot here for days now, and I can no longer artfully cope.  There is simply no way I can properly express myself in these inhuman conditions.  It was a hundred and fuck for the third day in a row.  Birds aren’t even flying.  It’s sad.  And the sky is just fucking devoid.  No clouds.  No birds.  Just an empty canvas with an audience so boring that no deity can be bothered to do anything with it.

N.P.: “I’m in Heaven” – Andrew W.K.

Remembering The Fallen.

Bad news: 108°.  Worse news: summer doesn’t even fucking start for another 20 days.  Sometimes…most times…I hate this godforsaken desert.  It’s a blighted, sun-blasted hellscape and even the rattlesnakes are demanding that Something Be Done.

N.P.: “Summertime” – The Tea Party

Too tired to write, dear reader, and it’s because of this goddamn heat.  And that is about to get significantly worse.

N.P.: “Carouselambra – Remaster” – Led Zeppelin

At some point in the predawn hours of this morning, I decided to look into getting a bomb shelter built here.  For the sort of thing I had in mind: $57K.  Which seemed reasonable.  So I called.  Oddly enough, no one was in the office to take my call.  Which, in hindsight, I suppose was also reasonable, but at that moment, I remember taking rather significant umbrage: I guess I think that certain businesses should be available 24 hours a day, and bomb shelter installation is such a business.  But I understand that not everybody thinks like me, so I left a voicemail.  When they returned my call, they educated me on how things would have to be done around here: gotta build a pool.  Package deal: if you want to build a bomb shelter in Fecal Creek or Anhedonia County, you build a pool.  Bullet-resistant door…always good.
In the end, though, I decided not to get a bomb shelter, and instead went back to sleep.

N.P.: “Smash Shit Up” – Dropkick Murphys