Why do I wake up at four in the morning with barely remembered songs or those not heard in ages running through my head. You’d think I’d have something that I just watched on the brain, like this: …but no (and not “Police and Thieves” either from the Xmas episode of Ideal).
Category: irritation
Viva le Vegas
We’ve been indulging in a Johnny Vegas smörgåsbord of late, everything from the oh-so-accurately named 18 Stone of Idiot (by the by, U.S. readers: 1 stone = 14 lbs.) to the Johnny Vegas Guide to Evangelicals (far more interesting than it sounds), with stops off at Room 101 and various random tidbits. I think it…
Who’s Better?
As Father Dougal might say, who d’you prefer? Oasis or Blur? I got my head checkedBy a jumbo jetIt wasn’t easyBut nothing is, no
You want fries with that MFA?
I’m not much on the same page with the Atlantic (or anybody else; what can I say? I’m cranky), but I have to say I was nodding my head through this piece by B. R. Myers about yet another inexplicably celebrated MFA-style writer. To be fair, I’ve not read anything by him, but I’m not…
Travel Update
After spending all day either calling to get Gene’s ticket altered, or at the airport not catching my flight, we’re feeling a bit irked and tired (not to mention still sick, in Gene’s case). We typically threaten Susan every year after Trinoc*coN that we’ll never leave. I think she’s beginning to fear it will be…
Groovin’ with Gramps
Bright and early this morning the sound of thumping music poured across the neighborhood: the Beach Boys? and then some Lovin’ Spoonful. No, it wasn’t the crazy Jesus guy next door, but the elementary school across the street. Hurrah! Let’s hope it’s only a noe day thing. Yes, we were already up, but it’s still…