What I’m reading: Moby Dick, The Jew of New York, The Nobody, and Everybody is Stupid Except for Me.
What I’m listening to: Arular, by M.I.A., Yes by Pet Shop Boys, and Welcome to the Pleasuredome by Frankie Goes to Hollywood (thanks to their roof-raising performance in that Trevor Horn tribute concert we watched last week).
What I’m watching: Old episodes of The State, to commemorate the cancellation of Reno 911!, Anchorman and Pulp Fiction. Our current Netflix discs are The Man Who Would Be King and Bubba Ho-Tep.
What I’m drinking: Juniper Green & Q Tonic, and Red Stripe lager.
What Rufus is up to: Staying out of the heat. We skipped another Sunday greyhound hike because we had a bunch of Amy’s friends coming over for lunch that day, and needed to get the house clean(ish).
Where I’m going: Connecticut next weekend, to visit my cousins and let Rufus meet the Golden Retriever side of the family.
What I’m happy about: That someone made a movie for the 9-year-old me who was serenaded daily on the school bus with taunts of “Heil Hitler!”
What I’m sad about: This whole aging process.
What I’m worried about: The dietary habits of yuppies, and whether it stunts their ability to have intelligent conversation. (Good job, Agitator!)
What I’m pondering: Whether Smokey Bear is a gay icon.
I’m a little concerned that half the stuff that isn’t supposed to happening until I’m old I’ve already been doing for years.
How’s Bubba Ho-Tep?
Not… good. Even for a bad movie.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you!