Author: splicer

One thing that’s been frus­trat­ing me is that ever since I switched over to the Mac I haven’t been able to do any­thing cre­ative with the com­put­er. iron­ic, I know. Per­haps some­time I’ll write out my screed about how the mouse is the sin­gle shit­ti­est user inter­face tool that’s ever been foist­ed upon graph­ic artists, but for now I’ll just say that on my PC, the Wacom tablet was a ser­i­al mod­el and that even with an adapter it would­n’t … Read the rest

Very hap­py because i fig­ured out how to recov­er my saved playlists from before the big crash I had a cou­ple months ago, and i have all my old iTunes playlists back, including:

The Con­sul­tant Mix
The Mays-Maria Mix
East of San Quentin
Two of the three Vik­ki mix­es (Pathet­ic and Bit­ter… don’t know what hap­pened to “Get Lost”)
and my favorite, called only “Tran­si­tion­al” which is Splicer’s not-quite-rap mix. It includes some ear­ly rap and some style-defin­ing rap but most­ly rap-influ­enced … Read the rest

Very very very very nice to do so. I picked the wrong week to housesit.… Read the rest

Scuse Me!  

Warn­ing.… this is 5MB Quick­Time movie, so it might take a while for you to see it. But this was a trade­mark Loofah move. He would reach up and tug at my pant leg just as if to say, ever so polite­ly, “Par­don me, sir, may I have your attention?”

I miss that lit­tle guy a lot. Ozzy does too.… Read the rest

He was only eleven years old.

He had his own song. When­ev­er Queen’s “Mustapha” came on the stereo, I’d fol­low him around singing “Loofah-fa Loofah-fa Loofah-fa Ibrahim.”

When I got home yes­ter­day evening he was lying in the sink. It was kind of sad but also cute. I took his pic­ture there. It’s the last pic­ture I have of Loofah alive:

I feel a lit­tle bit bet­ter today. I think that cry­ing for hours non­stop last night helped.… Read the rest

I’m afraid that Loofah was very very sick. When we got him to the vet his tem­per­a­ture was 97 degrees, which is four degrees low for a cat. He was bad­ly dehy­drat­ed and had bare­ly any elec­trolytes left.

It turns out that he had high­ly advanced dia­betes and prob­a­bly kid­ney fail­ure. Either of those by itself would have meant a $3000 hos­pi­tal stay plus a lot of main­te­nance for the rest of his life – twice-dai­ly injec­tions, pills, and … Read the rest

Well, late­ly Loofah has been los­ing weight. And in the last cou­ple days he’s plum­met­ed. I got home today to find him bare­ly mov­ing, and it looks as though he’s thrown up on him­self. I’ve cleaned him up and he’s very lethar­gic. He’s bare­ly keep­ing his head up on his own and when I moved him from the van­i­ty to the bed so that I could use the basin to shave, he did­n’t take the weight him­self and set­tle in … Read the rest

Fri­day night I came “home” (to P a u l’s place) a bit lat­er than I expect­ed, and it was dark. I think it was about 10pm because I explored Orin­da a lit­tle bit and the last show­ing of the movie I want­ed to see was just about to start and the work­ers at the Star­buck­’s were putting chairs up on the tables. After look­ing around a bit I head­ed on to El Sobrante. I was dread­ing it a … Read the rest

I have to say that I real­ly love that I bought grown-up clothes and that I’ve been wear­ing them. I think I have to throw away every T‑shirt I own.… Read the rest

Due to the music that just came through my MP3 rota­tion, I remem­bered a time about eight years ago. I don’t know if it’s the drunk­est I ever got, but prob­a­bly on my top five list: At a par­ty DJed by DJ Pic­ton I was so drunk that on the karaoke stage I for­got the words to “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road.”

Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why