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Friday, August 31, 2007
Butt...
A conversation with Steve & Rachel:

Steve: You know what it's time for?!
Rachel: Buttsex!
Steve: No! ButtROCK!

[Plays buttrock]

You'll need to go to this comic and its follow-up to understand.

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Monday, August 27, 2007
Gay Old Party
I swear there's more homos per capita in the Republican Party than there are in the general public.

Actually, I put this question to a good friend of mine whose friends may be able to figure this out, which would be awesome.

Anyway, so this Senator Larry Craig spends his time in the Senate doing what he thinks is right for Idaho, including: voting to prohibit marriage between members of the same sex in federal law, voting to abolish a program that helps businesses owned by women or minorities compete for federally funded transportation, voting to prohibit job discrimination based on sexual orientation, voting to keep the definition of hate crimes to exclude gender, sexual orientation and disability, and supporting for amending the constitution to ban same-sex marriage.

We'll give ol' Larry points for consistency, at least, though the ACLU doesn't like him (he has a 25% 'civil rights rating').

Anyway, so a little while ago, an undercover cop is sitting on the john in an airport because apparently a lot of 'lewd behavior' was happening there. I don't like trying to go to the bathroom in an airport while two people are humping in the next stall, so I'm fine with that, my stances of pro-civil rights for gays be damned.

And the Esteemed Senator stares at the cop for a while through the crack in the door, making weird hand movements ('fidgeting' is the word that's used). After a few minutes of this (must've felt like hours to that cop), he gets into the next stall. He puts his rolling case at the door.

According to the cop, this is standard procedure as the case will keep people from seeing said lewdness: "My experience has shown that individuals engaging in lewd conduct use their bags to block the view from the front of their stall". I read that and think, "there is a procedure for getting man ass in a stall?"

Now, I understand the need for this kind of procedure. Proposition the wrong guy and he might just start attacking you. I just didn't know it was this well-established. I would also like to say, though, that if you're gay, don't pick up people like this. There's a basic, basic problem: you can't see much of them before you start making moves. Careless, borderline-anonymous sex is hardly unique to homosexual culture - I was a DJ in a bar, I saw it every night. I guess part of the appeal is that it's totally insane, but -- I'd expect better from a 62-year-old hard-right conservative Senator.

The Esteemed Senator (the cop had no idea who he was at this point) starts tapping his toes loudly. This is apparently a signal for engaging in said 'lewdness,' and I can back the cop up on this because I've used some public restrooms and I assure you that a men's room in the United States is quieter than a morgue (other than the inevitable sounds, and those are cause for extreme awkwardness). Talking, socializing, humming and anything but a grunt (which is also an inevitable sound) is just not acceptable.

So a dude in the next stall tapping like Fred Astaire is going to weird me and any other normal, heterosexual guy out. A lot. It's not normal.

After a while, apparently, the Senator edges his foot towards the cop. Again, if that's me in the stall, I'm going to snap off a piece of the grey wall next to me and hack off your foot with my new improvised axe of twisted steel. I'm not a homophobe, but nobody plays footsie while doing numero dos. I think most homosexual guys wouldn't enjoy trying to do their business while someone pokes their foot, either. But then again, I guess at this point, footsie (and #2) isn't what the Esteemed Senator wanted.

Undaunted by the fact that this guy in the next stall hadn't ... um ... done whatever he wanted the cop to do ... (aarrgh not a happy mental image) ... he started flashing bling! Yeah, that giant gold ring might've distracted from your gnarled, wrinkled, spotted, 62-year-old old hands. Sexy.

I just looked up how old he was. He has my same birthday. Hooray. Seppuku time!

My favorite is how the arrest went down, though:

Karsnia then held his police identification down by the floor so that Craig could see it.

“With my left hand near the floor, I pointed towards the exit. Craig responded, ‘No!’ I again pointed towards the exit. Craig exited the stall with his roller bags without flushing the toilet. ... Craig said he would not go. I told Craig that he was under arrest, he had to go, and that I didn’t want to make a scene. Craig then left the restroom.”

After they're outside, in the interview (it's not clear in the article how much time had passed), the Senator shows him his Senatorial card and says, "What do you think about that?"

Senator, you are a big, fat bastard and a hypocrite. That's what I think.

Of course, the whole thing was hastily and badly explained as a he said/he said misunderstanding, but you know what? That's why I took the time to go through all the extremely creepy and thoroughly abnormal behavior that was outlined by the officer.

I just can't wait to get my friends' response about the Gay Old Party per-capita...

(b-day from Wiki,

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posted by Steve @ 6:03 PM   1 comments
Basketball quote of the day: Shaq v. Yao
It wasn't long ago that Shaq was rather dismissive of Yao Ming, both as a player and as a person.

This general lack of respect began in Yao's rookie season when Shaq said "I look forward to breaking down that mother [expletive]'s body" and culminated with The Diesel's now-infamous "Tell Yao Ming, 'ching-chong-yang-wah-ah-soh'" quote.

Yao's response: "Chinese is a difficult language."

Totally swiped from: Basketbawful

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Sunday, August 26, 2007
Giggle Test
It seems that consulting is a lot like graphic design...

I recently got an awesome, salaried, full-time, from-home job with benefits for about 2.5x more than I was making before. I briefly negotiated this job with my new boss and experienced what a consultant told me about how to negotiate a wage:

The night before you do this, stand in front of a mirror. Offer an absolutely astronomical sum, and grin like an idiot. Then, slowly lower the price. Repeat this process until you can keep a straight face. That's the amount you want.
Of course, after holding college jobs for such a long time, "middle class" seems filthy rich to me.

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Friday, August 24, 2007
Doubt is Faith.
I've been struggling with this particular concept for a long time. I've recognized that effortless faith
is inherently flawed and often leads to truly terrible things in the name of God. Mindlessly following something you can't possibly understand isn't going to work: an ant may believe fully in your divine power, but its actions will not be dictated by any but your most simple concepts.

This has been voiced wonderfully by a blogger I read daily, Andrew Sullivan, in this, the complete post with entries from Mother Teresa and his own book, which I've not read:

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"Jesus has a very special love for you. As for me, the silence and the emptiness is so great that I look and do not see, listen and do not hear," — Mother Teresa to the Rev. Michael Van Der Peet, September 1979.

"Where is my faith? Even deep down … there is nothing but emptiness and darkness. ... If there be God — please forgive me... Such deep longing for God ... repulsed, empty, no faith, no love, no zeal... What do I labor for? If there be no God, there can be no soul. If there be no soul then, Jesus, You also are not true," - Mother Teresa in her correspondence.

"The 16th century writer Michel de Montaigne lived in a world of religious war, just as we do. And he understood, as we must, that complete religious certainty is, in fact, the real blasphemy. As he put it, "We cannot worthily conceive the grandeur of those sublime and divine promises, if we can conceive them at all; to imagine them worthily, we must imagine them unimaginable, ineffable and incomprehensible, and completely different from those of our miserable experience. 'Eye cannot see,' says St. Paul, 'neither can it have entered into the heart of man, the happiness which God hath prepared for them that love him.'"

In that type of faith, doubt is not a threat. If we have never doubted, how can we say we have really believed? True belief is not about blind submission. It is about open-eyed acceptance, and acceptance requires persistent distance from the truth, and that distance is doubt. Doubt, in other words, can feed faith, rather than destroy it. And it forces us, even while believing, to recognize our fundamental duty with respect to God's truth: humility. We do not know. Which is why we believe," - The Conservative Soul.

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Thursday, August 23, 2007
Kerblam!
When it rains, it pours: I just took on four new freelance design clients (one for my best mate Joe, another for interior designer, a website for a person cataloging family histories, and a new client from Jen), and two of the three regular freelance clients I have (Latitude & Jen) and just kicked into gear, in addition to the normal ITP work.

We're about to find out how organized I've really gotten!

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Monday, August 20, 2007
A simple test on the Iraq war
I don't think many people disagree with me that the Iraq war could be going better.

But I was thinking about whether or not I was against the war, in of itself: was it right to oust the crazy old dictator, Saddam Hussein?

In light of the fact that Al Qaeda and Iraq had no significant ties, and that they didn't have weapons of mass destruction, I think the best way for each person to answer that is this:

Would you have gone to war with Iraq before 2001?

That is, would you have been in favor of militarily ousting the guy? I don't think I'd have been in favor of it, but I can understand why someone who enjoys torturing people for no good reason (there is no good reason) shouldn't be a head of state.

But at that time and now, I'm quite sure we can do more good for more people through political means both friendly and coercive. Sometimes, it's just not possible to win a war, no matter your military might. You've got to recognize that as a country; it's what Eisenhower did when he got the heck out of Korea and, very importantly, this brilliant general used political means that drew lines and kept a cold peace for more than fifty years.

Our track record of regime changing is uniformly bad: it didn't work in Vietnam, it didn't work with Pinoche or anywhere in South America, and it didn't work in Iraq.

The only time that we went into that kind of situation and had it not totally blow up in our face was when, in the first Iraqi war, we stopped short of Baghdad.

So while I'm not opposed to a strong military, or even military action, if this is how it's going to be carried out, we may as well not bother! Moreover, we should have taken the world's unity with the United States - and we had it after 2001, before we attacked Iraq - to levy economic, political and social reform through economics, politics and social means.

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I suppose what bothers me more than anything about the whole debacle after 2001 is that we had the whole world on our side. The changing of the guard in Birmingham had 2 minutes' silence and - at this old English ceremony - our national anthem was played.

So much good will is impossible to recover, and difficult to gain without these tragedies.

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Sunday, August 19, 2007
The Moderate Challenge
I wrote a letter to the liberal Tucson weekly rag, The Tucson Weekly:

Hello,

I’m a political moderate. It’s hard work. I have to read every story twice (once in a non-angry liberal source and one in a non-delusional conservative source, both of which are hard to find), and spend six hours using my complex algorithms to figure out where the truth (might) be.
And that’s just for Lindsay Lohan’s rehab stint.
So I think it would be an interesting challenge to see a very good, liberal weekly magazine/paper (that would be the Weekly) publish a story about the good things that Bush has done. There has to be something that either Bush or Cheney did in the last 7 years that wasn’t a total disaster… right?
I also want to have a conservative paper do the flip-side: what Bush has done wrong. Unfortunately, I’m not sure who to ask. I’m also not sure they’ll be willing to have a 300-page issue of a magazine. Do you have any suggestions which conservative paper to write? FOX sent a squad of angry geriatrics to my house and put me on their ‘list.’ I am not sure what that means, but if I disappear I’ve left instructions to my friends to email you.

Cheers,
Steve McMackin

P.S. It would be nice to get a response,
even if it’s, “no, we couldn’t figure out how
to format a six-word story.”

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Saturday, August 18, 2007
Torture
My government is willing to torture me, hold me in prison without telling me why, and ship me off to faraway lands where Amnesty International can't find me, in order to prevent other countries from torturing me, holding me in prison without telling me why, and shipping me off to faraway lands where Amnesty International can't find me.

Forgive me if I'm not swooning in affection for my nation.

Rachel bought me the U2 DVD of their Vertigo tour concert in Chicago. The liner notes say exactly one thing: "Do not become a monster in order to defeat the monster." It's like Friedrich Nietzsche as an activist.

I also got a chance to truly blast my stereo system, for the first time in years. Ozzy Osbourne seemed an appropriate choice, followed by the Foo Fighters.

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Friday, August 17, 2007
Into the Flow
I actually made a flow chart because I couldn't mentally picture my creative work flow.

Basically, it came down to a decision of where to put what. The upshot of all of it is that...

I'm considering ditching MySpace for Facebook, mostly because of spam.
I've started re-designing the blog. Obviously.

For photographs:
I decided to start using Flickr as an online photo gallery, in addition to the portfolio (i.e., the very best) on my homepage.
Adobe Lightroom is being used to sort, tag, and process all of my photos.
MySpace/Facebook will have more photos than the gallery, but less than Flickr.

For writing:
Everything gets posted onto the blog, then the best stuff gets filtered into parts of the homepage.

For music:
Demos go on the blog, with a few really, really good ones making appearances on the main page.

I also decided on the home inventory program I'll be using (Home Inventory Deluxe). It has the ability to attach images to objects, which is important because I'm going to start scanning receipts and taking pictures of stuff. I want to know that if anything's ever stolen or dies with a warranty, I'm gonna get it replaced without having to screw around.

It stands next to Microsoft Money (finances), Mp3BookHelper (.mp3 file tagging), my Treo 755p and MS Outlook (to-do, calendars, phone, mp3 player) in my efforts to get and stay organized.

Theoretically, I'm going to start using CarCare, but I'm waiting until we get moved in properly (and I have all my paperwork ready to enter), and I get a massive tune-up on the Bug so that I can reset all the maintenance reminders to zero.

I am still looking for a good groceries-and-recipes program, though I'm not sure either Rachel or I are ready to start cooking, really. I also hope Winamp has a better media library next time around (and I'll be plenty upset if they don't keep my ratings).

I have so much organizing to do... stuff to write... before I have kids and so on, you know?

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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
I am not a star
When I was in high school, I had a few adults rhapsodize about how awesome that time of their lives was, going so far to say that it was pretty much the best times of their lives.

Of course, given that my first two years of high school were horrible, I thought that if that were the peak, I was going to jump straight into the nearest traffic.

I didn't, obviously, and now I think I understand why they were getting all misty-eyed about it, and it had nothing to do with how wonderful their time was. I'm fairly certain that, while they might've had more fun in high school than I did, their time still must've had all of the normal triumphs and failures that everybody goes through: puberty, awkwardness, parents, and so on.

The reason they get that way was because when you're 16, you still have potential. No matter how messed up your life is, there's always the chance that you'll figure out something you're very good at and go on to great things.

I'm 27 now, and while my life's far, far, far from over, I can honestly say that there's no chance at all that I'm going to play for the NBA. Zero. When I was in 7th grade and played decently on a winning team, with some practice - OK, a lot of practice - I could eventually reach that level.

I'm fine with that. But even with my relatively open-ended life at 27, the best I can be is probably a good or very good local-league baller. I recognize that the possibilities decrease exponentially from the moment you're born, and looking at it ten, twenty, or fifty years later, it must be easy to wonder what you can do with the time you've got left.

Rachel was a bit aghast that, as a matter of habit, I have an extremely hard time focusing on things one at a time - and considering the whole of any big project is quite overwhelming and taxing. That goes for my album(s), cleaning the house, doing my homepage, whatever. Sardonic, my wife asked if I sat and thought about where I'll be when I'm 75 while I'm trying to figure out where to start decorating my house, and honestly, I do. Obviously, it's not always at the front of my mind but it's there.

Anyway, I am hoping that I'll maintain some realism when I have a kid in high school about how life is as a teen. Just because your life is more defined as you live doesn't mean you should artificially give the memories a rosy hue; conversely you can't look at your present, more limited options as being crap just because they're more limited than when you were 17.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Baseball in Phoenix

I visited my family this last weekend.

It was good to get out of the house. Nice to see the family. Awkward to admit that we had given away the dining room table that we inherited from the grandparents. Grandpa seems to believe that the furniture he bought us is indestructible.

He's half right, actually. I think the couch we got (and are forever upholstering) would outlast most nuclear blasts. But then, it was built in the '60's.

I have been assured that the fact that I haven't heard any repeat stories from my grandparents in a few years entirely stems from the fact that I don't see them as often. I don't mind, though, even if/when they are. Grandpa actually knows what he's talking about usually, even if he is stubborn. I fully expect to be at least as stubborn when I'm in my 80's. Seems like a perk of getting old to me.

After an awesome barbecue dinner (I arrived at around 7; it takes an absurd amount of time to fight through traffic in both Tucson and Phoenix), I considered going home but was persuaded to stay another day. It was the first time I had been detained in Phoenix for a reason other than a broken vehicle in quite a while, and that was refreshing indeed.

The next day, I got a chance to sit down and hang out with Steve & Tanya. It's rare I get the chance, mostly because they live in Russia, but also because usually I only see them at family gatherings where the conversation is strictly PG. I live in a very liberal town and while I wouldn't call myself liberal or conservative, I'm much more conservative than my grandparents.

Back when the presidential election was up in the air over Thanksgiving, I decided to declare that I was, in fact, an adult at the dinner table and asked my grandmother what she thought about the election. She said, "The weather's fine, Steven."

Steve's perspective is that of an international businessman and he's generally a conservative in the old-school, balanced-budget/not-insane type. I picked his mind quite shamelessly. I also managed to get Tanya's new PDA (a Palm like my new phone) to check her email. Unfortunately a lot of it was in Russian, and I didn't have time to get a language pack.

To end the day, we went to a Diamondbacks game at what used to be the BOB (Bank One Ballpark) and is now Chase Field. It's just down the road from the Suns' home arena, what used to be AWA (America West Airlines) Arena, but what is now US Airways Center. Which can be abbreviated U SAC. Say it out loud.

Nice.

Anyway, I've now watched a Cubs game at Wrigley Field, a Sidewinders game in Tucson, and a Diamondbacks game at Chase Field.

Chase Field is huge and impressively has a retractable roof. Unfortunately, only about half of the people in the stadium - which had 33,121 people in it - can read the score boards. There's a huge one on one side, and a pair of teeny ones that are too small to be read by humans from the other side of the place. Thankfully I had my awesome camera and could zoom way in, take a picture, and see what it said on my camera. This shouldn't have been necessary. But it did give me a rare instance in which I could both (A) give my camera a true test of its abilities and (B) out-gizmo my globetrotting uncle.

While my camera could make out the 1st baseman's number, it was just a few meters shy of being able to make out the name. Considering the guy must've been a quarter-mile away, that's not shabby. Also, the players were all in the shade, so it's possible it could've resolved the name if I didn't have to have the ISO so high.

On the other hand, the ratio of food booths to attendees was about 4:1 (for you hard of mental math, I'm exaggerating to the tune of saying that there are 8,250 food vendors in the arena; a more realistic ratio would have been 4.5:1). The lines for food weren't nearly as bad as at a Suns game for this reason.

Actually, since I saw a few Suns games last year, I was struck by how different a Suns game is from a baseball game. I am once again reaffirmed in my belief that baseball games are picnics in bleachers, and that's great. Though, I think Steve was right - it's right expensive when soda is $5 for a cup.
After the game, I wandered around the downtown area a bit with my camera. I didn't realize how much I enjoy doing that sort of thing. Eventually, one day, I'll be able to take pictures of people without feeling weird.

I also bought a nice bookshelf for Rachel from IKEA on the way back. With a little luck, we'll have our living space arranged before the month is out; our last place took 10 months.

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Sunday, August 12, 2007
Blog's finished.
I've finally transferred all of my old MySpace blogs to this blog, and am especially glad of it after finding out (through Nyssa) that MySpace apparently owns copyright on blogged entries.

Yikes.

Now I can start working on my homepage's gallery, and hang a zillion things around the house.

Random thought of the day:
Did Harry Carey die because of disease, or because he was a life-long Cubs fan?
Wouldn't that be enough to pretty much kill anybody?

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Friday, August 10, 2007
No, really, next week. I swear.
This week's been pretty productive on the settling-in front, so maybe, just maybe, next week I can settle into the 'routine' Rachel and I agreed on - not to bore with the details, but it allows time for me to work on regular work, freelance work, working out, and working on my album. A lot of work, but it's all gotta get done.

So far, it has been foiled by school, summer school, the truck, and moving - formidable forces, really.

Of course, now we have the party (parties) we're planning, and the place isn't really finished - it's just inhabitable. But it's now or never, really...

I've also just about finished consolidating all of my old MySpace blogs onto here. Once they've been reformatted and updated, I'll link to my old Okinawa journals on my homepage as well. Most of my 'let's update the homepage' boredom/energy has been directed towards back-filling this blog, so hopefully I'll make my photo gallery on the homepage next

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Tommy is not in my pants
I find name-brand underwear a bit disturbing on several levels.

First, as a guy I refuse to give up my right to $5-or-less underwear. The price of women's underwear is something I find myself budgeting for; something I'm sure I'll never truly get use to.

But mostly, when the brand is a person's name - particularly Tommy Hilfiger - I draw a line. I don't want Tommy on my crotch. I like something nicely anonymous and without associations with meat-head models and sweatshops.

Though, I guess, it's strangely appropriate that something made in a sweatshop ends up on men's own special sweatshops.

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Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Music & Life... with Rests
Rachel's birthday is on Wednesday, and so of course everybody - and I mean everybody - wants to see Rachel and I. It's nice that we're popular, but I'm pretty sure she's going to want to sleep for the most part.

Finding a balance is proving harder than we thought, especially since we have different weekends. Hopefully, when we go to the libraries around here to apply for a job for her, we'll have some luck and eventually have the same two days off every week.

We also weeded and pruned a ton this week. I'm pretty sure we've cut, pulled and otherwise removed about 300-400 pounds of foliage, branches and weeds. Sad thing is that we're not even really close to finishing. We're still excited about our new place, but boy it's a lot of work getting it up to where we want it to be.

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Sunday, August 05, 2007
Music & Life
While it's easy to become obsessed with goals, I'm trying really hard to avoid getting so mixed up in them that I forget to enjoy all the goals I've met. Especially, I have a few friends here that are going and living life on little money, whereas Rachel and I seem to dip further into 'boring married couple' by the day.

Soon, hopefully, I'll be camping with Nyssa and Rachel and AZ. The whole philosophy is wrapped up in this YouTube video, a pairing of unlikely forces: Alan Watts and Parker & Stone, who animate South Park.

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Thursday, August 02, 2007
St. Peter
How did Saint Peter end up being the bouncer at the Pearly Gates? Who decided this? Did he draw straws with the other guys?

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Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Moved.
We're finished moving! Finally! The basketball hoop's up, and the place is a mess. I'm sore, Rachel's sore, and I'm worried about the walk-through inspection to happen today. But once I'm done with that, we can concentrate on making this place as awesome as possible!

The housewarming party should be in about two weeks.

To-Do List:
  • Front yard:
    • Hang Sun sculpture
    • Pull weeds
    • Sweep up trash
    • Get a trash can lid
    • Get a porch lamp cover
  • Front room:
    • Paint entertainment center
    • Set up computer
    • Set up desk
    • Hang my paintings
    • Decide on other decor
    • Set up entertainment center
    • Mop
    • Hang red curtain
    • Replace fan light bulbs
    • Dust fan
    • Make/hang bookshelves
    • Vacuum rug
    • Strip couch
    • Paint couch
    • Upholster couch
    • Buy 9V battery
    • Fill hole(s) in grout
  • Kitchen
    • Mop
    • Put away food
    • Decide on and hang decorations
    • Organize and put away cleaning supplies
    • Get slip-covers for chairs
  • Bedroom
    • Finish putting away clothes
    • Fix window that won't close
    • Decide on and hang decorations
    • Set up speakers
    • Sort and get rid of old/non-fitting clothes
  • Back yard
    • Trim both trees
    • Set up a trellis along the gate
    • Set up a barrier for the washer and dryer
    • Put tape down to define basketball 'key'
    • Fix Christmas lights
    • Pull weeds
    • Trim bushes
    • Hang lamp
    • Throw away desk
    • Trim hanging vines
  • Side yard/parking areas
    • Trim bushes
    • Weed out dead branches, bushes
    • Pull out weeds
    • Clear out trash
    • Organize storage
    • Put locks on storage
    • Figure out trellis replacement
  • Other
    • Train cats to use litterbox outside
    • Patch holes in walls

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