I don’t quite know how to categorize this song by KT Tunstall — it’s beautiful and haunting and I don’t mind confessing that I’ll crank the volume when it comes on the radio, and if it hadn’t been so wet out lately, I’d probably put some extra pressure on the pedals.

For some reason, it makes me thing of the mystical side of the Civil War — y’know? Like some old witch woman living in a hut in the middle of a desolate forest casting spells as the opposing armies close on each other — sorta Sleepy Hollowish, I guess. I don’t know, I can’t explain it any better — I’m just picturing a forest, a lot of fog, a crazy witch woman, and a dark time, nearly ancient time.

Great song. If you haven’t listened to it, you should. Fuckin’ catchy.

(anybody got this on mp3 they don’t mind sendin’ myaway?)

Yesterday, I took a delivery to a sports commenter who works on ESPN and lives in our area. I’m not very much into sports, but I understand his speciality is college football. Anyway, I got to his house just as the sun decided to make a brief appearance. He opened the door and, you have to understand that he’s got a skylight above and behind the foyer, so when the door opened I was blinded.

And I said so.

I said “woah, blinding!”

Unfortunatly, what I failed to notice before I said this, was that he was only wearing a pair of white boxers.

I hope he orders again. He’s always been a good tipper.

(I know, right?)

So, I think that I figured out what Japanese ship was parked in Fell’s Point over the weekend (or at the least narrowed it down). It might even still be there — I only saw the one. Were there more?

The best part about watching Clue as an adult is realizing why your parents were laughing when you and your sister were giving each other “that was funny?” looks.

The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood.

At first, I thought it was a murder mystery.

Then I thought it was science-fiction.

And now I really have no idea. But it’s very good, and I’m plugging steadily ahead. Oh, I know what it is: addictive.

Next up on my reading queue? The two-part Winston Churchill biography, The Last Lion, weighing in at seventeen-hundred pages. I thought this was a hefty book!

Gary replaced all the lights at work over the weekend, so all of a sudden, instead of working in a poorly lit dirty pizza shop, I work in a brightly lit dirty pizza shop. It makes it easier for all of us — and the customers, presumeably — to notice just how dirty it is. Did I say “dirty”? I meant “charming.”

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Someone once told me that when it rains, God is peeing. I think the “adult approved” version was that when it rains, God is crying, but I always remembered it as “peeing.”

Anyway, I don’t know what God was drinking yesterday, but today, apparently, S/He was suffering from some drippage. Rain. Stop. Rain. Stop. I think that might be indicative of some sort of infection related to a person’s bladder. I’m sure God can get Her/Himself to the front of Heaven’s Doctor’s Queue, and I’d really appreciate it he S/He would do that sooner … as opposed to later.

I like rain. I just don’t like this much rain.

I’m looking to build up my winamp playlist — I’ve got some Dylan and Jovi on it now, but I’d really like to be able to run it longer than fifteen minutes before everything starts recycling. Limewire still good for free (re: stolen) non virus infested songtasticness?

I had a late dinner with a bloggerette tonight — Friendlys, with ice cream sundaes after — and on the way back, she commented that we’d just passed an ark. Seriously.