ye olde crapfest

i don't have much to say, but there are a few items worth nothing in fast-action style.

first, dad and amy are coming to town this evening--they're both iron & wine fans, and were psyched to hear he'd be playing in that town where the daughter-type lady lives. it's gonna be weird, dad (prolly wearing his "obey gravity, it's the law!" shirt cuz he thinks it's hilarious) will most likely make a big deal outta thinking he's too old for the scene. he's been doing that lately, acting like he's some sorta old fart. i don't get it. i mean, his hair's white and he's got a belly like sandy claws, but it's what's on the inside that counts, mang. i hope we get some sorta seat so he doesn't have to stand on his old-man legs for too long.

second, i got this thing i ordered (i love shopping on the superweb--it's especially fun when you actually have money to spend) in a color called "grenadine," and it turns out that "grenadine" is really "hot pink." i never would have guessed that.

and thirdly, rjx, i just saw your brother weedeatin'. he's a regular stanley homemaker.

with that, it is now officially the weekend. i look forward to not having to go to work. anything above and beyond that will be spectacularly satisfactory.

we needs a picture, to round out a week of picturesqueosity.


it's called the "silk extreme thong." i am guessing this dude's got rollerblades on, otherwise i just can't fathom what's so "extreme" about them...