In a Sentimental Mood
Ellington & Coltrane, Standards on Impulse!





April 3, 1998



Did I really complain yesterday because I didn't get any email? Moron!

As most of you probably already know, my site disappeared yesterday and has been only intermittently returning to the world. There was some sort of problem with InterNIC, involving someone transferring the domain, and although it has been fixed, it'll take a while to filter out to the entire net. (My own service here in Michigan is still not recognizing it, so I have no idea exactly how I even plan to get this entry up to the server. I'll try going to the IP address, then I'll just go to the nearest bar...) Whatever. This whole dubyuh dubyuh dubyuh dot internet thingy is beyond me, hyuck hyuck hyuck...

My thanks to Simon for working so hard to get the server back in the realm of the living so quickly, and also to everyone who wrote, particularly Kymm for posting my temporary address and doing all that goofy diary-l stuff for me. (I wonder if I was unsubscribed during my little outage?)

So be sure to read yesterday's entry, because I think it's pretty good. If nothing else, I worked hard on those damned weasels...


Congratulations to Bob the Volksweasel, from Bloomfield Hills. Despite being the biggest, slimiest, most pathetic weasel of them all, he had the good fortune to actually have Julie's car on his lot, and so he got the sale. Just goes to show... something. I don't know what, and I'm not sure I like where this lesson is going.

Anyway, Bob the Volksweasel continued to be a weasel to the very end. When Julie arrived at his dealership, it turned out that the car was not being prepared, because Bob the Volksweasel and his Manager Weasel didn't take her calls seriously! Remember the "little lady"? Well, when she showed up to pay for her car, they continued to slack even after seeing that she really existed and really did have a checkbook at the ready. They briefly tried to talk her out of the hard-to-install CD player (wah!), but she stuck to her guns and got the car she wanted. She's on her way back from Weasel World right now, as we speak, so I'd better get this entry up to the server now, because I think we'll probably be going for a little drive when she gets here...


originally posted on
October 13, 1997

Ahoy!Julie's dress is so incredible, and her bridesmaids dresses look so smart and perfect. I was starting to feel like a big slug because we didn't really know what the guys were going to wear. As a professional musician, I only really knew what I DIDN'T want.

The traditional black and white tux may work fine for most people, but for musicians, that's what we wear to all our gigs. We call it a monkey suit. And without fail, every musician's wedding I attend has different tuxes. Not surprisingly, my choice is no different.

The only catch is that I'm not exactly the most fashionable guy in the world. The things I tend to pick look a bit more unusual than perhaps Julie was looking for. My best man Joe saw the one on the left and replied that he'd love to attend my wedding as a character from Caleb Carr's The Alienist, and he'd start working on his facial twitch now. Joe's a smartass. Pretty obvious why he's my best man.

I found another one, the one on the right, which is a little less bizarre. I still feel like I'm putting together the Melville Collection, though. ("Do you, Captain Ahab, take this woman...") There's actually another tux from one of Julie's bridal magazines that is my front-runner. It's equally weird, but not quite so maritime in nature. The only catch is that no one seems to have heard of it, even the company that makes it.

So we may end up getting married on the Pequod after all...



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