… and some clean sheets. Incidentally, Captain Spalding (no relation to the defunct sporting goods family company) was played by Loudon Wainwright III, father of contemporary crooner Rufus Wainwright. Ain’t that a kick in the head?
So a lot has gone on since my last post, which was a while ago. I haven’t written because, even though “a lot has gone on,” not a lot actually has. Those that I’m spoken to understand – I’ve been doing a lot of “waiting to work” rather than actually working. This includes side projects, which I can’t seem to find the motivation to get moving on, either. One is my revamped website, which is unvamped as of today. Baby steps on the bus.
Foremost in my mind is the plans for the deck on my condo. We’ve been deckless (sort of like Walter Peck) for about a year, and it sucks. I’ve been frantically calling my contractor to come look at the plans and get the permit renewed, which expires on October 28th. Fuck me running. Really.
He finally came by tonight – thank goodness. So now, my anxiety is lessened by 2%. Another 3% and I’ll be down to 90%, so that’s something.
So this weekend myself, my lovely bride, best friend and his fiancé, and oldest college friend and boyfriend (that’s Peter, Sundi, Kevin, Emilie, Shannon and Ehren, for those that have us on their fantasy team and want to know not to start us this weekend) are heading to the Poconos to stay in Shannon’s families’ cabin. I know this is shocking to a lot of you, but Peter loves the fire. Especially the making of it. Peter love fire.
So I will decompress a bit, drink a lot, and hopefully not burn myself too badly cooking outdoors. Any idea what I should make? I mean to eat. Margaritas are a given, Rian.
It is edging toward winter, and that’s fine with me. New York in the fall is beautiful, and with a fresh snowfall in the winter almost magical. Of course, the next morning it’s a mess, but lets not get ahead of ourselves. Speaking of magical, for those of you out there that are musicians (all one of you), I have recently found José Gonzalez. His music is simple, poetic and haunting. Gorgeous, really. You need to have a listen. Seriously. Go now.
I wish I had some more news, some more links, or at least a pound cake I could regift to all 2 of you today, but I don’t. Just be well.
Several movie quotes, Rian. Seek!
Ok, I got the What About Bob. And as we all know, your honor, this is true. This man has no dick.
I don’t know the Tokyo thingy. Should I?
And the pound cake thing sounds like it’s from something, but it’s funny enough to make me think it’s just your wit. Your naked wit. Mmmm. Naked.
And be careful what you ask for. Your contractor WILL fuck you. Running or not.
So instead of going to each entry and leaving a comment, now that I have caught up, I figure I’ll just blow my load into this newest one, thus saving you from hunting/seeking:
I haven’t forgotten. Still hurts.
Hey, they put the movie preview back up!
Sounds fun, oh wait, it was fun. can’t wait to read about the pressed ham.