Dusty Chalk

In about 19 minutes, several of us will have purchased Amanda Fucking Palmer's next release as part of the Kickstarter. Jesus Effin' Ache Christ -- over one. million. dollars. Over 11 times the kickstarter requirement, as of this posting.

Dagnabit, deal is expired.

"But it now!"?

Took Bobby over to Linda's for a play date with the cat formerly known as Batou and is currently going with the working title of Diego (a Zorro reference). Bobby was a horrible guest, but understandably so, and at least he didn't rough up the little guy, and even Missy (3rd cat -- Bobby's ex-roommate, sort of) kept him in his place, so ... we're still working out the kinks, but it's not unrecoverable.

That might be my favorite British comedy of all time.

Pornopop, Blue -- wow, that was completely different. From the raucousness of Fashionably Thin to the missing Legendary Pink Dots' Premonition instrumental of Siva, this has as much variety as The Gathering's How To Measure A Planet?, but with less of an ear towards hooks. My Bed = My Gravity is like a missing Cure track, almost. Definitely going back for seconds.

Weebles wobble, but they don't...

(makes a note of it)

If you're familiar with music production, and are a fan of Alan Parsons, the Dark Side of the Moon one is fun. If for no other reason than to hear what something simple like flanging does to the girly vocals, and to hear some of the tracks soloed (like the aforementioned flanged girly vocals). Or Rick Wright's take on chord voicing in Breathe. The Aja one is good too, just for the rejected guitar solos in Peg.

Pornopop, ...and the Slow Songs about the Dead Calm in Your Arms -- post rock along the lines of Sigur Ros, except lyrics are in English rather than madeupese.

Finished both of those (the Alastair Reynolds was Revelation Space -- reading them entirely out of order, previously read Century Rain, House of Suns, The Prefect, and Pushing Ice). Started Redemption Ark and Fool Moon.

Played with Batou...who's probably being renamed. Possibly Seamus. Person caring for him doesn't like "Batou", says he "looks scary", not "cute". So she came up with "Shamu", because curled up, he kinda looked like a killer whale. So I said, "so 'Batou' is not cute enough, but 'Shamu' -- a KILLER WHALE -- is okay?" She looked adequately sheepish, and said that Seamus might be okay.

Banh Mi sandwiches (two halves -- I'll have the other two halves tomorrow morning for breakfast) from Pho Nom Nom (best. restaurant. name. evar...well, no, that would be Pho King, but Pho Nom Nom comes in second.).

Hey, don't laugh -- I have one of those A/C units. Had it for work -- they'd turn the A/C off in the building after 6 or so, which these days is before sunset, and with two or three computers running, it got hot in there quickly. Just vented it out into the hallway, since up until recently (October-ish), there hasn't been anyone else around.

Bobby. Look at that smile. This is him at his happiest, in "his chair", with his head resting against mah knee (slightly out of frame).

...because pretzels go with beer.

Okay, I need to get this T-shirt: "Easter is cancelled -- they found the body".

In the car, Electronic Saviors 2: Recurrence -- a benefit album of various artists against cancer (cancer survival support group &c.) by industrial artists. 6 CD's! Disk 4 is particularly good.

Oh, I thought you said "live". That's her next studio album, innit? (Of which I am aware and am greatly anticipating.) </pedantry>

Snakefarm, My Halo at Half-Light Spotify

FFFUUU...! Probably the single album I've introduced the most people to that is still near and dear to their hearts -- Snakefarm, Songs from My Funeral -- well apparently, they have another album. As soon as I leave turntable, I'm a puttin' it on on Spotify.

Wait, what?

Yes it would, I'd like to see that, too. And for some reason, that one above pic cracked me up -- it's like taking your date (in her BCD) to a hoedown, with the black on stark white and the barn door in the background.

BTW, Bobby has grown to a full 16 pounds! So he didn't stay a runt, not at all. And he's very affectionate. I bought him an enormous cat tree, and he spends 90% of the time that I'm around in the chair right next to me. He seems much happier if he has one paw on me. <3 This, on the other hand, is Batou -- he's got crud on his face mostly because of a misunderstanding, but now he smells of vanilla/condensed milk and isn't blind, so all's well.