And the people that you metAnd it's your first cigarette

Literally illiterate.

Defenestration, is the act of throwing someone out the window.

We've finally decided what we are going to play on Saturday at the Cinco de Mayo party. I'm pleased. We just learned one tonight, "The Littlest Birds," by Jolie Holland. Great song. It's on iTunes, if you are interested. Or defenestrated.



Have you ever taken a nap under your desk at work?

Do you know any slow folk who just love to dig?

If anyone answered both of those questions "yes," please send me an email. I am looking for an intern.

Because, boy, if you have ever seen somebody differently-abled go to town with a shovel... well, then you know what I am talking about. I mean, there is something about watching someone with a double digit IQ slingin' dirt. It's practically feral.

(Don't worry. I know. I'm going straight to Hell.)

Everyone who comes to my house rings the gong now. Even better, most visitors ring it every time they come over. Gonging can become habit-forming.

It is a strangely satisfying thing, striking a gong. Very enjoyable. You don't have to hit it hard, although some do. A slowly shimmering, rapid series of strikes, moving from the outer edge in, produces quite sensation.

Hey, don't knock it, til you've tried it.

Screw you for judging me. And everyone else who bangs the gong.

I'm starting the Anti-Gong Defamation League.

Thank you kindlyFor thinking of meIf I'm not smiling, I'm just thinkingGlad and sorry

Thanks for all the comments and emails about the last post.

I am glad you liked it, and I am particularly pleased to be the cause of a few mental vacations taken from work. I am proud to be a cause of "lost productivity due to internet usage." Who the hell can maintain a laser-like focus on work for the entire day, anyway?

As much as you liked it, believe me, we liked it more. We had an absolutely incredible day.

So, let's see... we watched The Last King of Scotland last night. It told the (based on a true) story of Idi Amin's rise to power, through the eyes of a young, Scottish doctor whom Amin befriended and took under his wing, eventually making him his closest advisor.

Idi Amin was an absolute batshit nutjob. Forrest Whittaker ((check out Ghost Dog, the Way of the Samurai sometime)) nailed his charismatic paranoia. Just nailed it. Idi Amin took over Uganda in a coup, and proceeded to kill 300,000 Ugandans. He died in exile in Sudia Arabia in the 90's.

The movie was good, but so intense that I had to get up and walk around a couple times.

Speaking of which, I have been remiss in not writing much about The Sopranos on this blog. I am a huge, huge fan. I have seen every episode of every season, most of them two or three times.

They are coming down the home stretch right now. I think there are six episodes left, and then it is done. They are ratcheting up the intensity each week, and it feels coiled, tight, tense. I think they are going to go out with a bang. If you haven't watched the show, by all means, pick up or rent the dvds. Start at the beginning, and I guarantee you will get sucked in.

Anyway, thanks for all the emails and stuff. It makes doing this worthwhile. I'm glad you like it.