The whole week has had nice weather, though acting as a single parent it's been hard to enjoy. Yesterday I was able to turn over my small garden patch (about 10' x 2'), and while Mrs. Ha was at a rummage sale, took the girls and upstreet_boy for a long bike ride, running into Porsche-dad/girl/boy while we were out, and we all went for a ride.
This weekend we have the Browncroft sale, a great nieghborhood sale that occurs every two years. We'll probably go Sunday, I must stock up on muneez.
Heh, muneez, it probably says something dire about my mental state, but I've been getting a kick out of I can has cheezburger, something about anthropomorphosizing kittens and puppies with toddler speak is so cute. Nooo, it are my birthday!
My latest CD addition was the best of VU, and it had been a few years since I listened to Heroin. Boy, I used to love that song in college, I would use it to psyche myself up for another grueling session at the computer lab, or doing homework, or just walking the dark streets of state college and smoking the occasional unfiltered Camel and moping.
It's in the running for a near perfect song, it's got drugs, noise and dischord, angst, and even a few poetic lines.
In other listening news, I found a cassette with The Great Society on it. Grace Slick is very underrated.
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