I was planning to write a Rashomon-style post of my weekend to go with Alex’s, but which would leave out that one “reaching into the cupboard” shot because I have that vacant, Tara Reid look on my face, only without the fake boobs and being in the worst movie ever, and which would have been a whole new high in the internet blogging art, but the only quibbles I have are with the misstated origin of my pots and that he left out our Dufflet side-trip to delectability.

But, I wanted to post about it because I love this picture so much.



“What’s this then? Ikea shuttle? Tut tut!” He said I really captured his essence.
Tee.

On a total other note, I signed up for Audioscrobbler last week. I’d think it was neat if they just compiled everything you listened to into weekly and cumulative lists, but then you have your own internet radio station and it points you to the profiles of other people who like the same music as you. You’re supposed to also get recommendations of songs, but it hasn’t yet, but the system’s a mite slow to generate things.
But it’s still pretty sweet.

Speaking of which, in the last three days, I have been listening to Ryan Adams’ Heartbreaker a lot. Until recently, I had a strong aversion to Ryan “not Bryan” Adams based on my first-year roommate playing Gold, which he made after Heartbreaker, repeatedly for, like, two months straight, and Gold having a couple of good songs on it, but really being not that impressive, led to me to sort of equate him with Jon Mayer (who will likely never redeem himself). But he made Heartbreaker with Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, which explains its much greater impressiveness. It’s like the perfect album.