The Love . . .
The Alameda branch of Satellite Coffee was pouring a wicked good Yemen bean for their Brew of the Moment this morning. Scrounge around for you frequent drinker card and tally-ho it across the river before the snow hits. It wins the Holy Friggin' Crap, Dude award of the day.
I've been trying to keep the winter blahs away by listening to the 12/2/06 Pearl Jam show. I mean, we were there. In Hawaii. A month ago. And it was a fantastic concert, one of the best shows they played last year. And now it's sitting on my iPod. For ten bucks, it could be sitting on your iPod. (I've also been loving on the Lisbon shows, Verona and Gorge 1, should you decide you want to stalk me to the point of co-opting my musical tastes)
"Men in Trees" (Thursdays 9 p.m. on ABC) proves if I say in 2004 "They should really bring back 'Northern Exposure'" while watching an episode of "Sex and the City," the gods will listen, mix the concepts and put it on ABC two years later.
Christopher Moore. My friend Duane gave me a copy of "Bloodsucking Fiends" a couple of years ago, which I loaned to Adam during the emergency vacation, which he loved, which prompted us to buy "Lamb" and "The Stupidest Angel" while still on vacation, which turned into "Practical Demonkeeping" and "The Island of the Sequined Love Nun" under the tree. And now the sequel to "Fiends," "You Suck" comes out a week from Tuesday. Yowzers.
The Fix kept me sane through last week's snowstorm, and I'm not just saying that because I was quoted there.
And I can't stop playing with Flickr.
The love, people. It's the love.
The Alameda branch of Satellite Coffee was pouring a wicked good Yemen bean for their Brew of the Moment this morning. Scrounge around for you frequent drinker card and tally-ho it across the river before the snow hits. It wins the Holy Friggin' Crap, Dude award of the day.
I've been trying to keep the winter blahs away by listening to the 12/2/06 Pearl Jam show. I mean, we were there. In Hawaii. A month ago. And it was a fantastic concert, one of the best shows they played last year. And now it's sitting on my iPod. For ten bucks, it could be sitting on your iPod. (I've also been loving on the Lisbon shows, Verona and Gorge 1, should you decide you want to stalk me to the point of co-opting my musical tastes)
"Men in Trees" (Thursdays 9 p.m. on ABC) proves if I say in 2004 "They should really bring back 'Northern Exposure'" while watching an episode of "Sex and the City," the gods will listen, mix the concepts and put it on ABC two years later.
Christopher Moore. My friend Duane gave me a copy of "Bloodsucking Fiends" a couple of years ago, which I loaned to Adam during the emergency vacation, which he loved, which prompted us to buy "Lamb" and "The Stupidest Angel" while still on vacation, which turned into "Practical Demonkeeping" and "The Island of the Sequined Love Nun" under the tree. And now the sequel to "Fiends," "You Suck" comes out a week from Tuesday. Yowzers.
The Fix kept me sane through last week's snowstorm, and I'm not just saying that because I was quoted there.
And I can't stop playing with Flickr.
The love, people. It's the love.
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2 Comments:
I noticed Bloodsucking Fiends in the Border's last week on the "Buy 2, get a 3rd Free" shelf. It looked pretty darn fun, but I didn't actually buy it. Looks like I should've.
It'd be right up your alley, too.
(I'd send you my copy, but it's actually Swiss's.)
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