Month: May 2005

I feel more or less caught up at work.

I don’t trust that feeling.

The spam in my in-box says: “longlasting erectlions”.

The spam itself is a garbled mess of quotations (and quite possibly misquotations) from Lyndon Johnson to Spinoza to John Updike to MST3K. No mention of lions, erect or otherwise.

I almost wish my tickets had been for a later show.

So, I’m thinking of maybe having another mix exchange. Interested?

I think I’d forgotten just how maddening that never-ending half-minute loop of music from the ice cream truck could be.