So! Shall we try this again?
Since my last attempted bullet list was so rudely interrupted by the travails of white-collar labor, let's take another run at this:
- The nice thing about the Internet is that if one begins obsessing over, say, the current Icelandic music scene (y'know, as one does), one can actually do something about it. Relatedly, my iTunes playlist has grown not only in song count, but also in accent and umlaut ratios.
- Speaking of songs, Sense8 has successfully made me stop hating "What's Up?" by 4 Non-Blondes. This may be proof that the Wachowskis are in fact bona fide geniuses, or at least their team of editors are. (If you haven't been watching, please do. It's slow-going for the first bit, but stick to it.)
- Rosemary chicken with mushrooms and duck fat potatoes, with fresh berries and whipped cream for dessert. It may sound like I'm possibly gloating, but in truth? That's exactly what I'm doing.
- Have I seriously not mentioned the concerts in this journal? cluegirl and I did a pair of Massachusetts Murder Ballads gigs last month: a very well-attended, very well-received house concert at a gorgeous venue in Medford (thanks again, Kate and assorted housemates!), and an open mic at a Mexican joint in Worcester that was attended by about seven people, four of whom actually gave a rat's badonk. Sing ho for the life of a troubadour!
- Apropos of nothing relevant, the side-scrolling cityscape Roku/Netflix screen saver has added at least five minutes to the completion time for this entry. Take that as thou wilt.
- rain_herself insists that if I'm a Battlebots fan, I'm not allowed to keep my Criterion Collection DVDs. The Universe is an unfair place.
- I need to remember that if I'm going to use my crazed chipmunk voice, I need not to lead off with it. In Trader Joe's, a nectarine fell to the floor on its own accord near me and another guy. He chuckled and said, "Must be a ghost!" I, on the other hand, squealed, "I'M FREEEEEEE!" He backed away rather abruptly. Good call.