Dusty Chalk

Want. No, really.

Want. to believe

^Winning. Me: DFH Zeno Saison -- eez gut. Sent from mah Droid

They put the 'FU..C' in dysfunctional. Me: finally started Arrested Development -- holyfuckshit, why did I wait so long? Haven't even finished the first episode, and I'm already in .

Casillero del Diablo malbec -- meh. Not bad, but not outstanding. Label could be blacker, too.

Deadline (Mira Grant, Newsflesh Trilogy, Volume II) -- holy shit, she doesn't waste any time. I guess it makes sense -- in a post-zombie-apocalypse world, people die, but ...Jesus. I'm going to amend my earlier statement, although...not really. She does two things really well -- love, and grief. (Grief only works if you had love.) One of the things that she did really well in the first book -- and she appears to be keeping up the pace -- is that you felt every death. I mean, really felt it. You mourned characters you barely met...because you hadn't gotten the chance to get to know them, but you knew from what little you did get to know that you did. not. want. them. to die. Fuck. Also, she has an entirely tangential character named, "The Monkey". I shit you not.

More correctly, that would be [/Leo] or [/Cobb]

No, he puts it in a 'helping hand' type thingy.

Pendragon, Concerto Maximo -- holy shit, they've been around for 30 years?!?!?

Much less three (different) ones! And oh yeah: ditto on everyone else.

Touche'.

Did he ever say anything on the order of, "...may God strike me down if..."

I think you mean, 'tick'. (shudders)

Backwoods Bastard -- fucking yum. Far better than Dirty Bastard.

Gemm -- being a bit of a flea-market -- is a mixed bag. Yes, there are some very good sellers there, but there are also some absolute criminals...well, alright, technically, they're not criminals, because they're not forcing you to buy their wares, but the prices strike me as...well, a bit much. My point: know what you're doing when you go in there. And yes: vinyl is a good alternative, if you don't have access to a time machine, or infinite resources.

Saw the pix on facebook, very nice.

(rimshot)

Adryelle, Glass Box EP -- link -- a pixie Tori Amos with Animal on drums. I kept waiting to see if she would turn around, and he would shrink down and quiet down at the same time, and then she'd face forward again, and he'd open his mouth and get loud again. But alas, that never happened. Still was quite entertaining, I'm smitten.

Skydivers, Hello, Atmosphere

Maybe she's allergic.

Terrapin Side Project 13 Big Daddy Vlady's Russian Impy Stout -- fucking yum.

Had ramen for breakfast -- was better than the other place (though my friend disagreed), but not as good as either of the two places I went in NYC. Saw Super 8. Saw Midnight in Paris. Had pizza for dinner. Didn't know what to do with myself at a bar. Saw Adryelle play. Saw Skydivers play. Came home. In other words, nothing new, but a particularly enjoyable (read: of the non-Floridian variety) conglomeration of events for me. How are they going to complain with no phone service?

Pizza from Isabella's in Little Italy, Baltimore Sent from mah Droid

Exactly. I don't think we -- jointly -- own that many hats.

Split races, not...