I generally don’t like having a day off alone, but today was pleasant enough. I did some cleaning, some packing, some cooking, went for a very long walk, got a little internet goofing off in, caught up on a bit of TV. All in all, successful. And just now, with sweet potatoes in the oven [...]
it’s not so deep, I’m not so slow
I’ll settle for a cup of coffee
I thought it may have been wrong to sort of root against the U.S. in today’s hockey game, but the U.S. team has no one I like, and Sweden has hot hot hottest Lundqvist. Oh. So hot. Seriously, that nose? I die. He’s so hot he makes me forget my hate of his countryman Mats [...]
it changes when the sun goes down
You know how a band gets a lot of love and sells a lot of records and you’re like “Bleh, surely they are awful.” Well, I know. Because I do that a lot. Because I am a jerk. Or maybe I’m just incredibly wise. Either way.
Anyway, clearly as Arctic Monkeys are breaking UK sales records [...]
awake so long awaiting a landslide
I was up at 7AM. It’s Sunday.
So I went to one of those Shecky’s Girls Night Out parties Wednesday. It was crowded, so when we finally found the Midori open bar, we got two at a time. I had Illusions, 6 of them, I think. They were fantastic. The DJ was fantastic. I fell in [...]
all it takes is a little talking
I finally discovered Tim Gunn’s podcasts, and whoa was that a mistake. Now not only have I stopped listening to music, I’ve busted out laughing (and have been unable to stop) twice on public transportation.
The first time was on the bus, and Tim was trying to understand Marla and Diana’s Banana Republic window. “What was [...]
walk until you can’t be seen
OH I love being home. And I can’t wait for the Super Bowl! OK, I’m just kidding about that. But a good sports story is that I have a hockey game next Friday, and that is going to be a good show.
In other news, Broken Social Scene can f-ing blow me. I mean, for serious. [...]
