I found out today from my brother that he and his wife are expecting bambino numero 3. Huzzah!
The weather here has been beautiful lately, it's getting warm (at times a little too warm...a too-early preview of the hot bullshit that is to come...) and sunny and thus it is, for the most part, nice to be outside. So I spent a good portion of the day in bed. And then went to work, which was boring and stupid.
Tomorrow the J-Dog will be gone for at least a good chunk of the day, and I have the day off work, so I will be forced to drum up some entertainment for myself. At the moment I have grand schemes of going grocery shopping, doing laundry, dishes, and going to the gym. We'll see how it all pans out. I would also like to start working on the next Spiff song.
I have, for the first time in the 8 or so years that the book has been sitting on my shelf, reached page 100 in Mason and Dixon. I'm a little unnerved, because once I've finished this book, I don't have any other books on my "I will finish this book one day, goddammit." list. There are a couple of books that I may or may not read (Moby Dick, Don Quixote) but none that I've sworn to conquer.
If you're feeling nostalgic for some mid-80's, feminine male, British, politically savvy pop music, go get yourself the Housemartins' cd's, London 0 Hull 4 and The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death. Some catchy shit. WARNING TO BJ AND POSSIBLY OTHERS: Several members of the Housemartins went on to form The Beatiful South, so if you don't like The Beautiful South you probably won't like the Housemartins. FUN FACT: Norman Cook, aka Fatboy Slim, was the bass player for the Housemartins.
Huzzah!
