10000 Maniacs and The Sundays. Two bands I was very enthusiastic about in my late teens. Sadly though, we have grown apart. I hate it when this happens. I love my music and feel bad when I prove to be faithless. (I'm not a big fan of Faithless either, but we were never that close ( Read more... )

Last night I was woken by the cat again, after what must have been a long period of feline self-restraint. A series of ever more passionate yowls wrenched me from my slumber (filled with retail anxiety dreams, but slumber, nonetheless). I tore the door open, but clearly monsieur gatto had gotten to the good part and then split, as all that greeted ( Read more... )

With Tom away, watching Detective Elliott Stabler kick someone's door down is the closest I've got to sexual fulfillment all weekend. But he's back ( Read more... )

Yes they are ( Read more... )

A reading copy of the Allan Cumming memoir is sitting in my bag requiring my attention, but it's going to have to wait until I finish the book I currently have on my kindle about some D & D enthusiasts getting all "punish the warlock" on an unfortunately real guy and then ending up in prison, the way the major characters in these sorts of true ( Read more... )

This weekend sees Anniversary Dinner 2.1. Our last attempt at candlelight wooing just turned into too many drinks and more than enough vomiting. It was insufficiently romantic, even if we did hurl in unison, just like man and common law wife. So we shall give it another try this Saturday. Discover some particularly smoochy bit of Thornbury and ( Read more... )

Tramming through wedding-white fog. Starting work at 10 has some advantages, though finishing at 6 is not one of them. I'm still working on that project of getting my life back. I am sure I was more social back when I worked at the Co-op, started at 8 and hated every minute I was there. I pushed through, now I have no more push. I don't even have ( Read more... )

The boys are at the park, so it's girl time for a while here at Rancho Precincticus. I've got a documentary about psytrance in Melbourne going in the background. At the moment the music is harder and harsher and yet somehow more sugarcoated than I care for. Those huge shiny flared pants! It's really not my thing, I'm more for texture, dust and ( Read more... )

This evening River is watching Labyrinth for the third time in under 24 hours. Luckily this is a movie that unlike his other choices, all three of us can tolerate. The Lego movie is one long product placement with a theme song catchy enough to make you harpoon your head just to make sure you get the ear worm. And Cars- well, apart from being about ( Read more... )

Hang on a minute. Why did no one warn me that today is apparently National Arseholes on the Tram Day? We've got dudes sprawling all over multiple seats while old ladies stand (no, I do not for one second believe your man luggage needs that much space and freedom in public), some fellow ripping the ring pull off what looks to be the fifth member of ( Read more... )