Tuesday night

Was going to go on and on about skipping practice, and running into one of my favourite people from there in the 'hood and being hosted to a highly enjoyable conversation. Made me feel much better about the whole thing; not because of anything he said, but it did lighten the load. Unvoiced support, well more like huh'ed support, is pretty damn good.

But then these EXTF (or something) on my dinky cell keep resetting, and I have to explain the date of my photo to the honourable members of blip staff practically every time. I also have to admit to you, gentle reader, it's a crappy cell and I'm getting lots of crappy shots. Had a better camera. Shit, still have 2 prosumer type jobbies from my late father packed away in storage. Packed away in storage in lovely, scenic, Cupertino California.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsY3NVrviiw
Did get some homework done and have cookies in the oven. Some beer ended up in the mix, but I refused to pay £5 for decent vanilla extract. Is that why they're not actually baking?