Mike’s Dulcimer Got Hammered*

Or maybe it didn’t. I always thought it was a teetotaler. But I wasn’t there, so what do I know?


Mike, Richie’s drummer from Diamond Cut, received a handmade hammered dulcimer as a gift. It was made by the son of a friend of his.


Isn’t it beautiful? It came with a case and a booklet. Or maybe he already had the booklet. But Mike is determined to learn to play. Richie took a crack at it the other night, and played the Halloween theme song. Best boyfriend ever. He also made some soundtrack music.

*Or maybe his hammer got dulcimered. I’m a little fuzzy on the details.


“Re-Recorded at Sync Sound”

On Wednesday night, Richie and Tim brought their recording equipment to the apartment and recorded at couple of songs. (Want to guess how much fun that was at midnight?)

Tonight, Richie got an idea. A very bad idea.


Richie: We should record a song!

Me: NO.

Richie: (using emotional blackmail and good salesmanship)

Me: No.

Richie: But it will just be for us. No one will ever have to hear it. We were meant to be together. We’ve been together this long. We’ll probably be together tomorrow, and the day after that, and as long as nothing weird happens, the day after that. (Heisenberg uncertainty principle, economic factors, family, I fell asleep.) But for the next forty days, we should be solid.

I swooned. Couldn’t help it.

Do you know what I sound like when I sing?

william hung



Don’t put it on me, girl. But, Richie was not to be swayed. (Even though he swears that’s not true.)

Me: Do you think Caleb gives Joy this much shit about her stage fright?

Richie: I have no idea what they do in their private lives.

So, the song is recorded. I sound like a seven year old. With a southern accent, all of a sudden. And my voice was shaking. Richie’s arm movements were distracting. I had to turn my back to him. I was alternating laughing and almost crying. As it is, the whole thing is done and will be buried in the bowels of some place you’ll never find, and you guys will never ever hear it ever. EVER.

Vintage Vinyl

On a visit to Teacup this morning, I spied a box of my old VHS tapes (which I dropped off at GoodWill). Then I spotted something even better. A stack of Mom’s old records.



Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers:




Bay City Rollers:






Rick Springfield and his fantastic hair:


Cheap Trick:


The J. Geils Band:


Mom had some good taste! Wish I had a record player, I’d keep some of these. But, they will be finding a good home with Mike, the drummer of Richie’s blues band.

Richie’s a Party Pooper

*Scene: Richie in bed, resting his eyes and heating his neck.

Enter me, jumping on the bed.

Me: Let’s have a pillow fight!

Richie: Mrgh? Uh-uh.

Me: Okay, wanna fold scarves?

Richie: (looking disconcerted) No.

Me: Wanna braid each other’s hair and talk about boys?

Richie: (turning head away) Uh-uh.

Me: Got the message, Captain Bring Down.

Exit in flourish*

It should be noted that Richie never opened his eyes during this exchange.


You’re Invited

Richie and I are celebrating our six year anniversary on Monday March 4. On Saturday March 2, we’re having a party at our place.

An Archer party.


You watch Archer, right?


Archer is an animated, inappropriate, hilarious tv show (FX and NetFlix) about spy agency ISIS. Sterling Archer is the top spy. His mother (the mother from Arrested Development- awesome) runs the agency. Along with solving international crises, the spies screw each other and try not to kill each other.

It’s going to be a fun night. Whether you watch the show or not, show up! Come have fun and help us celebrate six awesome years!

Costumes optional.


I have a confession. I love Deadwood more than True Blood. And Deadwood isn’t even on anymore!


I’d say Richie and I watched all three seasons in the span of a month. I love the way they talk. I love how sex isn’t part of every story line (although it is present- hello prostitutes.) Unlike True Blood, where it happens every other scene.

My absolute favorite character is Al Swearengen. (Swidgen, if you’re Wu.)


He is the boss of the town. He runs the Gem Saloon, and knows everything that is happening. Nothing happens in town without his knowledge. Every morning, he stands on his balcony with his cup of coffee and looks about him, sees what’s going on. He has some of the best lines, and probably the biggest potty mouth. He cares for the town, even though he’ll never come out and say it. He will sugar coat it, he does not care what you think, and he will call you out if you are not doing what you are supposed to be doing. He also talks to a box. He calls it Chief. Richie thinks Custer’s remains are inside. I figured it was an Indian Chief, since they had problems with the Sioux.

Then there’s Seth.

Seth Bullock (Hey Seth)

Timothy Olyphant has perfected the thousand yard stare. I’d heard of it before, but never saw it until this show. He is a perfect blend of Doc Holliday

Doc Holliday

and Johnny Ringo.

Johnny Ringo

(Do you see it?) Anyways, Seth is sheriff, and he is not having your bullshit. He doesn’t care how many hired guns you have, who you are in camp. He is not having it. And the way he fights with his wife is just so much like Richie- he’s mad, but he doesn’t get mad, he stays as calm and polite as he can.

Favorite couple?

Sol and Trixie

Sol and Trixie forever!

We even had some historical figures:

Wild Bill:

Wild Bill

Charlie Utter:


And Calamity Jane:


A falling down drunk, who has some of the best lines.

Then let’s see: There’s Doc; Jewell; Alma; Dan; Joanie; and Johnny, who reminds me of my cousin’s husband:

Johnny Burns

And I mean that in a good way. I think that’s why I like him so much. One of Al’s henchman with a heart of gold who teaches a whore to read. Aw.

I love Deadwood. It’s dirty and gritty- not all painted up models and actors. They look like real people. Actually, most of them were. The characters, the story lines, the dialogue. The hats.