Sunday, May 11th, 2003
28
Today is my 28th birthday. Twenty freaking eight. I am going to try and wrap my head around that for a minute.
Nope, not working.
Today is my 28th birthday. Twenty freaking eight. I am going to try and wrap my head around that for a minute.
Nope, not working.
An infinite number of monkeys at an infinite number of typewriters may eventually produce the works of Shakespeare, but a half dozen of them will only defecate on the computer and type the letter ‘s’.
Photoshop Friday at Somthing Awful takes on superhero movies Flashdance? The Mothman Prophecies? Oh my.
Friday afternoons… Tick… tick… tick…
np – Gemma Hayes / Night On My Side
Yeah, that’s a banner up top. I’ve bowed to corporate sponsorship. Have you heard about this kick-ass new milk-based drink thing? It’s called Raging Cow! It’s the bomb!
Actually, I’m subtly soliciting sponsors for my particiaption in this year’s Becel Ride For Heart, in which I will take my new bike and quite probably kill myself trying to ride up the Don Valley Parkway. It should be quite a spectacle. Seriously, any support is greatly appreciated. Merci.
Fun concert news – Broken Social Scene and Stars are doing a two-night stand at Lee’s Palace June 12 and 13. This one will sell out fast, guaranteed.
Picked up the new Jayhawks album today while driving Kate around to sell off a bunch of her CDs and DVDs. It’s definitely more in the vein of Tomorrow The Green Grass and Hollywood Town Hall, except for the lack of Louris/Olsen harmonies. But the stripped down, mostly acoustic arrangements are pretty and the ‘Hawks are better suited to that style than the California-style pop they were pursuing on the last couple records. I also bought the first two Dismemberment Plan albums off Kate. Haven’t listened to em yet.
KCRW’s Morning Becomes Eclectic talks to Ben Gibbard.
np – Broken Social Scene / You Forgot It In People
Went for a super-extended birthday lunch today, and between the spiked root beer (rum and root beer… yum) and the heavy heavy chocolate cake, my timesheet for this afternoon will say “3 hours – napping under desk”.
Somehow a bird managed to poop square on my bike bell. It’s not a large bell – maybe an inch and a half in diameter. Impressive.
Paul Westerberg is releasing another doubleshot of albums this year, one as himself and one as Grandpaboy. Dead Man Shake will be a blues-based Grandpaboy record due out in the summer, and the Westerberg-branded Folker out by the end of the year. Will they be as good as Mono/Stereo were last year? Hopefully, but they certainly won’t offer the same value – I expect you’ll have to pay for each album individually this time. Full story here.
This is definitely not something Jack Bauer would do. Keifer Keifer Keifer.
Part four of The Animatrix is now up. It’s fantastic.
Just gotten specifics on another wedding I will be attending in two weeks. That’ll make three in six weeks. I may have to get my suit cleaned!
There will hopefully be some Lake Holiday gig news to report shortly. Stay tuned.
np – Teenage Fanclub / Bandwagonesque
From the irony files – Anthrax shuns Toronto appearance over SARS fears.
A bracing ride to work this morning. Fifteen to twenty minutes is all it takes. Amazing how much smaller the city seems when you’re not hoofing it. I am making use of the quick release on my seat right now, but I’m sure that laziness will outstrip paranoia in a couple weeks and I’ll just leave it out there. It’s not anything special, after all. I have to go back to the bike store tonight, though – the visor on my helmet is too small and something on the front brake is rubbing against the wheel, it’s pretty damn noisy and has already marked up the rims some.
Robert Svehla has retired, leaving the Leafs blue line in an even bigger lurch than it was before, if that’s possible. Terrific.
np – New Order / Low-Life