Again, this is really late, but if you haven’t figured it out yet, The Mirror Project‘s most recent page is a great way to find new bloggy reading material. Yes, I know you all already know this, but I’m slow and take a while to catch on the what’s new and hip.
Too Rich for My Blood
A domain name so offensive I have to link to it. It’s actually an intelligent blog with an interesting point of view. Just don’t go telling your friends about it. Hell, I can’t even type it out. Just go see for yourself.
Unable to Fight the Fade
Unable to wake up, I’ve resorted to opening up the Syphilis case and popping two Penguin Power Pills. God help us all.
Feverish Face Patting
Max was sick yesterday when he got up from his nap. He was lethargic, had a fever, and took little 20 minute naps every hour or so until bed time. But, he was extremely cute. It was weird. We got some tylenol into him, which helped with the fever, but he was still really sleepy. So, he spent the afternoon and evening taking turns cuddling with us (which is odd for him. He’s an affectionate kid, but hasn’t been much of a cuddler for over a year). He made his little Max jokes, but they came out a lot slower. He gave us sleepy smiles, and patted our faces. He was extremely happy for being sick. It felt good to sit there on the couch with my son and his big stuffed lamb on my lap and whisper quietly to each other as he patted my face and played with my beard.
Max is apparently all better today (they didn’t wake up till 9 – I was already at work and halfway through my mail by then), and they’re headed off to the library to return books and potty-training videos. My back is mostly better, and I’m stuck here at work, half-awake and not ready to begin my work week.
The Musical Memories – Underground
I loved Ben Folds Five. I haven’t listened to any of the old albums in months because of my recent addiction to trancey techno stuff. I’m down here browsing (wondering what the hell I’m doing online at 10:50 on a Sunday evening with a splitting headache) listening to Underground, Best Imitation of Myself and their last album, with Narcolepsy and Don’t Change Your Plans (a song that reminds me of The Royal Tenenbaums for no good reason). The music is so infectiously happy without being stupid or vapid. It’s bouncy without being cliche, and intelligent without being snobbish. You can rock out to a piano, Virginia. Be proud of your White-man-rocking-underbite while you jam out, underground, underground, woooo, underground (everyone’s happy underground).
I spent today recovering from painting the guest bedroom (mostly recovering from painting the ceiling). Painting ceilings sucks. There’s no graceful way to hold a roller on a six foot pole that won’t pull every delicate muscle in your back. And only a week recovered from my neck thing, you’d think I’d take it easy. Nope, I’m Mr. McPainty-Pants.
I’m gonna go medicate and go to bed. See ya tomorrow morning, bright, early and online as usual.
Wait, Aren’t We There Already?
With all this talk about going to war with Iraq, it makes me wonder, “Aren’t we already there?” We’ve been flying over Iraq dropping bombs on things for eleven years, enforcing the no-fly zones. They’ve been under U.N. economic sanctions for over a decade. Another way to state the question, “Did the Gulf War actually end, or are we just in a lull?”
It seems that either we should do it and get Saddam out of power, or leave. If we have proof that he has weapons of mass destruction, and proof that he plans to use them, then we should make our case to the world, get a coalition and fire the machinery of war up and go do it.
Or, we shut up about going to war, stop playing bully in the schoolyard under the banner of “The War of Terror”, and we let the U.N. and the rest of the world figure out what to do with Saddam. We play the Pontius Pilate role and wash our hands of him. The world didn’t want to take care of it, ok. It’s on the rest of the world when Saddam does something crazy them.
There you go, a Friday afternoon rant with no facts to back me up. I belong on talk radio.
I’m going home now.
How Easily We Forget
How did I forget what an amazing album Radiohead‘s Amnesiac is?
I know I’ve been posting a lot of music stuff lately, but there just isn’t really much else to talk about. I’m still not used to being back to work. I’m on my vacation bedtime (after 11:30pm, before 3am), but on my work wake-up schedule (8am), and it’s messing me up. I’m sitting here with a crazy headache, dry eyes, and a knot of anger, for no apparent reason, burning in my gut. I need a nap and a cookie.
I Was Right… Well, Halfway
I was right yesterday. The music from the new Nissan “Line” commercials is from a song off the new Chemical Brothers album. It’s the first chorus from the song Hoops.
TalkBack… Or Not
You know what I love ZDNet’s TalkBack feature? It doesn’t matter what the article, the rhetoric is the same. Every single article seems to break down into the same argument. I just couldn’t resist this one though: News: Xbox goes online… with Linux
I Have Tickets!!
I have two tickets to see The Daily Show‘s first DC show in October!! How cool is that?