I spent the bulk of the night working on a Steel Lord remix and chatting online.
We had happy hour at the Minneapolis Eagle and then went to an authentic Chinese buffet on Lake Street.
It was authentic because of the English fail on the sign.
I don’t know whether to blame Libya, Obama, or Christina Aguilera, but this is not a good look:
Minneapolis has a week of 50-degree temperatures, I run around in my funny shoes declaring that spring is here…and we get a snowstorm.
I get up at 6 a.m. to shovel the apartment building’s sidewalks but I run out of salt because I (foolishly) thought that we were done with winter.
I got click-happy during some domain cleanup and accidentally deleted my blog.
Time for a new boomkat list. I’m feeling inspired.
Some days I love being a caretaker. Other days, the landlord wants you to pick up a winter’s worth of dog shit from the back and 5 potential tenants flake on showings.
This morning’s commute was a tad unusual. I saw a huge fireball in the distance on 35W, and then saw flames shoot up hundreds of feet.
I was on the elliptical the other day when I switched to CNN and saw Charlie Sheen:
