Around the time my son was born, I took a cue from my boss and picked up a whiteboard to write stuff on. It wasn't the biggest whiteboard ever because of the unusual shape of my office walls (joys of a early 1900s craftsman), but I figured it would work for what I needed. Bizarrely, though, I wrote on it once and was never able to erase it.
I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong; I had used the right markers, not a sharpie, but nothing would get the marker off the whiteboard. I never took the whiteboard down, but never wrote on it again, not wanting to make it worse. For about 2 and a half years, it stayed up there.
The Witch House was one of the oldest punk houses in Olympia back when I lived in it, so called because back in the 80s, some witches lived there. Over the years, many people came and went. The most famous tenant was probably Kathleen Hanna (who had the room I had, by amazing coincidence) (I bought a couch from her when I moved in there and had it for years). People still live there, even though it should have been condemned years ago, but I'm not sure how punk it is now. It got remodeled a bit after I left, but when I lived there, no one had done anything to it for years. It fit the punk house bill to a 'T', complete with the landlord who was this fast talking old guy who wore a lot of gold and left his shirt unbuttoned enough so you could see his gray chest hair and gold chains.
A lot of stuff happened at that house, and I feel like I should share some of it with all of you. If I feel motivated enough, perhaps I'll continue relating stories about my time there. For now, though, a few starters:
I found out a little while ago that some 20 year old soldier was driving 75 miles an hour down the cross street by my house and plowed into my house, driving through my office and my daughter's bedroom. Fortunately, the wife and I were in Vegas and my daughter was at my folks, so we're OK. We got an early flight out to get home and survey the damage, so I'll be sure to keep you all posted.
I suppose we already had the last two.
Subject: RE enterfornone aka Steven Peter Blunt Very Sad News
Anyway, I'll be in lovely New England for about five days. I'm hoping I'll be able to make it down to Boston briefly at least one of them.
Pabst Blue Ribbon is available out there, right?
Friday May 4th
- Well break out the big guns (9 comments)
Friday April 27th
- Red lorry yellow lorry (1 comments)
Monday April 23rd
- Stars, hide your fires (8 comments)
Wednesday April 18th
- Yay Hulver (4 comments)
Monday April 16th
- That's not arroz con pollo (8 comments)
Sunday April 8th
- This is strange. (10 comments)
Wednesday April 4th
- Maybe someday I can be that guy I always wanted to be. (4 comments)
- Field deployment of weaponized paleofauna (5 comments)
Monday April 2nd
- I said to someone, "Now I'm only a large" (0 comments)
Friday March 23rd
- Who wants one? (15 comments)