Past Blastedness

It has been a while since last I posted. I was having a crisis: I concluded blogging is stupid, or at least, it is when I do it. I could not bring myself to type another self-indulgent, self-concerned, or self-anything post. Enough about me! I said, and enough about you too - I have my own life to lead. The crisis resolved: It then occurred this was not an opinion newly held by this correspondent.

With that encouraging start behind me I will now barf up some brain curds here for your general reading indifference.

PLAY
Last week Mo and I went to the Commode Door to see and listen to the New Pornographers. We engaged a sitter (a first) until midnight in anticipation of the porn starting at 10pm. But no. They started at 11pm. From 9 to 9:45 there was Fancey and from 10 to 10:45 it was Lavender Diamond. If the purpose of opening acts is either to bore the crowd or to make them yearn for the superior abilities of the headliner then these two succeeded admirably.

We were fortunate enough to catch the first part of the headliners. What a band. What beautiful violence they worked on the room. And, oh my, Neko Case. I would have added "and, oh man, my living drum lord Kurt Dahle" but he is off the tour, at home in a rectangular province with his newborn son. Pat leave - what a man.

In his stead appeared John Wurster and so I will say "Neko Case and John Wurster who kicked enough ass to make me want to get back behind my kit." From the limited evidence we were able to collect, I conclude this band puts on a great shew. Go see it if you can and tell me how it ends. We left early to relieve the sitter, a bit early, in case she was eating the kids, or making them listen to Genesis.

Recently I attended a Canucks game with my friend Mike. I am glad he is easy to talk to because the Canucks sucked ass. They lost 8-2 to Philadelphia. The Flyers' eighth goal was scored while the Flyers were two men short. The Flyers displayed an unusual approach to the game. It involved a lot of skating, passing, and shooting of the puck. There is also a good deal of hitting involved which is fine. I have, with my partners, purchased season tickets. I think this will be a long season.

Recently Metrodad lamented the late season collapse of his beloved Mets. I say count your blessings, MD, at least your team delivered some tension. This season's Canucks look to be about as dramatic as "Ishtar". (Or is that as comedic as "Ishtar"? I don't know.)

WORK
Hirings, firings, resignations, begging, rehiring, renovating, expanding... and occasionally working. I hardly get to read any blogs anymore.

HOME
Snot-streams, renovation, drywall, procurement of materiel, house-sitting, high-school reunions, serial vomiting. It's been busy, but this post is already out of hand. I will leave it to a later post or to Mo to relate the goings-on. If worse comes to worse I suppose we can live at the mall.

Now, I will watch the collected works of Mr. Roderick Piper on DVD.

p-man