Meanwhile, here are some things that will happen:

? I will install my G4 Macintosh at home with my KVM switch tonight.

? Hank “Henry” Rollins will speak to me in that way he does on Sunday night.

? My friend Bjorn will comment on this post.

? Email will arrive from my good friend elvira elbertine re: “not paris, but a donkey show…check it.” Despite a burning curiosity, I will refrain from opening it.

?”Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?” returns under the new format. Competitors chosen from the ranks by ABC producers will no longer answer trivia questions, but instead rely on their listening skills by raising their hands when Regis asks, “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?” The number of winners is statistically similar to the original run.

? Tomorrow, I will have nothing at all amusing to post, so I’ll just steal something from Czelticgirl or BB to make my 4 entry weekly quota.

Things that won’t happen:

? World Peace

? Time Travel

? My new cube-neighbors will discover courtesy and start wearing headphones rather than splattering their popfeces all over the landscape.

Buddha site celebrates UN status.

I suppose I will celebrate too.

I finished another subsection of the site, clickable at the third image in the upper right navigation, or here. Any criticism is welcome in the comments on this entry, as well as any advice from css gurus who might know how to make a div flow to the bottom of the browser window, regardless of content. I’ve tried several variations of the height attribute to no avail.

So, click away. The content is still under revision.

Still testing and still making the other templates, but feedbak is open in the comments. Enjoy!

…my friends to the blogging community. Although they might not be posting too many linky items, I did think it was a cute idea to have a “wedlog” to keep people informed about the happenings surrounding their wedding.

I can’t help it. I get all jazzed when I put up a new site. Besides, I’m the best man, so I’m in charge of publicity.

jessandmike

The drums felt more seamless at last night’s show as compared to Tuesday. Considering I nearly vomited from the pressure at Tuesday’s performance and barely broke a sweat on Wednesday, I can certainly point at my nerves for making the drums a little too loud and a little too fast on my first try.

The director, producer and the principal were all very kind to me, and a member of the audience gave me some praise. Still, in my head I feel I could have done more for the show if I had any real skills. Composing and playing a live show with less than two real rehearsals meets my prescribed “Do something every day that scares you” mantra, however, so I felt like I accomplished at least that much.

I did have a lengthy conversation with the lead prior to the second performance regarding John Bonham and his incredible abilities. Having little communication with the cast until that point, I’m afraid I came off as a Zepp-o-phile, or some such, which I eventually attributed to my friend Bjorn. I tried to salvage by jumping on his Alkaline Trio sidebar, but eventually made a name-dropping ass of myself by recounting the Milwaukee bands with whose drummers I am reasonably acquainted.

Eh. Here’s a link about poop for your loyal readership.

Despite my paltry skills as a musician, it seems that I may be playing drum set for a show coming up this week in Kenosha. Tremper High School, my alma mater, is putting on the show and they find themselves suddenly in need of the rock that only the Buddha can produce. That, and I assume their regular drummer cancelled at the last minute.

I “audition” tomorrow for the director. I quote that because I think they’re pretty desperate, but I want to give the kid an out if he thinks I suck, which I might. Wish me luck, anyway.

Checking my contact information at my domain registrar, I found that steelbuddha.net is one year old as of the 8th of January, 2004. Merry birthday! I’m not sure what that makes this site in blog years, but I’ll sneak it a beer all the same.

Mind you, I haven’t had much sleep lately. I was working late, and I refuse to shorten the time I spend at home, and so sleep is the obvious sacrifice to the slavering, unsatisfied maw of time. On my weekend, I was supposed to get some here and there, but did not. So, with justification mostly in hand, I detail the following anecdote.

At the Taco Bell drive-thru window, a crossing of ley-lines, a Hellmouth if you will, I waited patiently, Most-Honoured Girlfriend interjecting with occasional complaints about her job. The time passed slowly and my mind lept from subject to subject with abandon. I was in a cheery mood, excited about the night’s events. Absent-mindedly, I tapped at the open car window with the twenty I was to proffer as payment for vittles.

As sometimes they do, my ADD fingers began to slide the twenty back and forth in the precarious opening where the window normally resides. What part of my brain then had epiphany I cannot tell, for afterward I was in as much shock as any observer might have been.

“Clare,” I heard myself cheerily intone, a child-like need to impress evident in my voice, “check this out.” And immediately thereafter I dropped the twenty dollar bill into the void between the car door’s molded interior and metal frame.

Before Most-Honoured Girlfriend could even react, I stammered, “What the hell did I do that for?” For I truly did not know. Was it an untethered Buddhist instinct to unburden one’s self of such materialism? A mistaken premonition that I somehow would be able to retrieve the bill? Simple insanity? MHG simply stared, agape in disbelief. We hadn’t much time to analyze before we had to rapidly thrash the car’s insides about, searching for cash with which to pay.

Needless to say, my friends and MHG got at least twenty dollars worth of belly-laughs out of this, so I suppose I got a fair deal.

Finally…The Buddha…has come back…to his blog.

So much has happened and I have this long list of things I’ve wanted to put here. I’ll start, however, anti-choronologically with a conversation my girlfriend and I recently had through the bathroom door.

Buddha: (on the toilet, reading)

Most-Honoured Girlfriend: (disdainful tone) Well, then.

B: (shouting a bit) Eh? What did I do?

MHG: Can I show you something?

B: Um.

(Bathroom door opens. Strangely this is only mildly embarrassing.)

MHG: You know how I said those pitchers were dishwasher safe? Well. Have a look. (One pitcher appears completely unscathed. Its identical twin, however, is now an avant garde piece on the transparency of sculpture and its sometime inability to capture anything of significance other than the sculptor’s skill, the irony of the work apparent in its very existence. Not a pitcher, though.)

B: Huh.*

MHG: I think that our dishwasher does not operate like a regular dishwasher, but instead runs entirely on entropy. The dishwasher uses entropic principles to break apart the dirt and food particles, but sometimes runs entirely amok. Exhibit A, the regular pitcher, now clean. Exhibit B, this thing. What do you think?

B: I think I know my next blog entry. Could you close the door now please?

As Mil might say, how can anyone not love this woman?

*I am so very eloquent when interrupted from this the most manly of duties.