~ Note to self: Try not to listen to Stina Nordenstam today. She just makes you sad. A nearly three hour Stina playlist is maybe overkill. Perhaps even emotionally unhealthy. But so, so achingly beautiful… yeah… back into the fray for these ears. Like maudlin heroin for the heart.
~ There’s a small (I hope minutely small — not for my sake, but theirs) chance I may have a new “recently divorced” halfway-house temporary roommate. I was just about to take down the poster too.
~ Urbane Decay pre-orders are coming in. From Australia, no less. A woman who used to drink with a Boys Next Door era Nick Cave.
~ Had a very interesting conversation regarding the semantic definition of “seeing someone” on MSN last night. A conversation that had a shocking revelation at the end. Well, not shocking so much as… intriguing.
~ Why people listen to music that is not Stina Nordenstam, I don’t understand. On the utopian island kingdom I will one day found, she will write the national anthem and sing it at the beginning of all state events. None of which will be sporting events. Unless you consider sonnet duels sporting events.
~ This is sort of amusing. Skip past most of the long, fireside introductory rant though.