Monday, October 11th, 2004


Saturday night Katastrophes and Mr. Pink Eyes were kind enough to root me
out of my home and introduce me to Baja Burrito over in Mission
Valley.  I arrived before they did and, like lemmings to the cliff
or Republicans to free money I was immediately drawn into Record
Exchange.  It’s no CD Alley, but it would do in a pinch – I was
suddenly reminded that the Faint had out a new CD and I would have
eaten anyone that stood between it and myself.

A few listens later, I’m so down it hurts.  I love it.  They
kept the dancy goth and the heavy distortion and the ominous background
over an otherwise unremarkable lyrical narrative – the thing they so
love to do – this time most obviously with the song “Erection.” 
While the beat and the effects suggest there’s something terribly dark
just about to happen, the band tell you about random things that make
them spring a boner in embarrassingly public places, winking and
grinning the whole way through the song.

I love this band. (more…)

Went today and hit the little gardening store around the corner from us
(we refer to the place as the Gingerbread House, but it doesn’t seem to
have caught on; it does seem to have cut babysitting requests right
out, though).  This is the joint where we were stunned by the
attentiveness and unbelievable Cute Factor of some kittens over the
summer.  Today I got there and found them all young cats (one of
whom looked too much like Bruce to believe).  They were all over
the plans and all over the patrons and delight seemed universal. 
On this bright, sunny and warm-but-crisp-around-the-edges day, the
plant place – it has no name and no sign – was awash in people buying
bulbs like they were going out of style.  I ended up throwing down
a few dollars for a bunch of different kinds of bulbs.  I’m not
just going to fill out the rest of The Bed Where Veggies Go To Die with
shade-loving bulbs, I’m going to end up adding some along the edge of
the deck next to the Hosta. 

Aw Yeah.  I’ve got Jetfire daffodills, all kinds of blues and
purples and whites and a honking big bulb I’m going to pot separately
to see if it really produces the world’s biggest, firiest red blooms
ever.  I love gardening, even if I’m a complete failure at it.

In the meantime, I’m out enjoying coffee and Linux’s ability to cope
with coffeeshop access-points when Windows just chokes and dies on them
and seeing if I can offload these pictures I have of Bruce for some
much-delayed cat-blogging.

Oh, the debate was clearly a Kerry win, but the pundits like getting
easy paychecks, so they’re calling it a tie to keep folks
watching.  Whatever.  Wonkette had the funniest summary I’ve seen anywhere by far. (more…)