Where have all the good times gone?
A personal blog is so old fashioned.
But I’d still like to get back to regularly pissing my thoughts into the snow.
If only it would snow.
Up On The Roof
“When this ol’ world starts getting me down…”
Not feeling very wordy lately. So instead, more video experiments.
“Sounds like Blade Runner,” says Deborah.
experiment from Jamie Boud on Vimeo.
Yearly Wrap UP
Yeah, that about wraps it up.
Resolutions
My New Year’s resolution this year is to be meaner to my cats. Last night I woke up with the boy, Rory, sleeping on my pillow. And I don’t mean he was just clinging to a corner — he was sleeping dead center as if it was a special pillow purchased at a fancy pet store. Once I was awake enough to realize what was going on, I pried him loose, threw him to the foot of the bed, and reclaimed the pillow for myself. He made a sound that was half-purr, half meow, did a Yoga stretch and sauntered back to the pillow, waiting for me to settle down. Convinced I was finished fussing, he circled a few times then collapsed onto my face in a smothering ball of fur. This time, I did what I should’ve done in the first place and threw him off the bed entirely.
Although I’m describing the events of last night, I may as well be telling you about the previous night, or the night before that. One of the drawbacks of having an apartment with an open floor plan is the distinct lack of doors behind which to lock annoying pets, otherwise my resolution would be a lot easier. As it is, I still have a few details to work out.
Speaking of New Years, Deborah and I were in bed long before midnight. Deborah isn’t drinking these days and generally speaking when she stops, so do I. Instead of a bottle of champagne, we bought a bottle of sparkling pear juice and a couple of frozen pizzas. The girl at the check out counter laughed. “Better than my night,” she said. “I’m here working.”
“What time do you get off work?”
“Nine.”
“Oh, that’s plenty of time,” I said. “A couple of hours to rush home. put on your silver tights and tiara and get somewhere before the countdown. In fact, it probably even gives you enough time to be choosy about who you kiss at midnight.”
She agreed and laughed, but I haven’t seen her yet to ask how things went.
