Friday
Man… what a day.

It really wasn’t a bad day, but it started off on the wrong foot. I woke up this morning (good thing)… fifteen minutes before we were supposed to be walking out of the door (NOT a good thing). I had neither showered, shaved, brushed my teeth nor figured out what to wear… and the clock was ticking. We made it out the door a little after 7:00. Oy.

The work day was a vast improvement over the way that the day had started. Nothing to get upset over. Things fell into place. All around, it was good. I gave and Jocelyn a ring, to see if they wanted to get lunch together; they did… and we did. Then, it was back to the office for the last few hours of work for the week.

Tonight’s Clitorati gathering was good. If I remember correctly, counted fourteen of us, at the peak. We had a couple new people show up, too. As usual, we had eleventy-seven conversations going on at the same time. Shortly after we arrived, a woman walked into the cafè area… with a guitar slung over her shoulder. This caused us a bit of apprehension: The bookstore doesn’t usually have music on Fridays. We braced for the worst. We were pleasantly surprised. The woman, Georgia Barretto, played Brazilian jazz (think The Girl from Ipanema). It was a very nice change of pace from the Tori Amos-wannabes who usually perform there. If you’re in the greater SLC Metro area, and you have the opportunity to hear her perform, do so.

If I’m thinking of the right theatre, this is where I saw Jonni perform a CD release show before he ran off to join the circus joined Air Supply. (Yes… that Air Supply.)

Stray Toasters

  • As a “parent” of three cats, I’ve noticed something: When you tell them that it’s time to come inside (and then move towards them to take them in), they run away – hoping to stay outside just a little while longer. Just like some human kids.
  • sent me a link to Atom Films’ La Dentista. I’m not sure what to make of if, but I thought I’d share it anyway.
  • Ry Cooder vs. “My Cooter” (See ‘s post for more on this.)
  • I’ve been made aware of “more than a few” negative reviews of Fantastic Four. That’s a pity. Something that I think is even more of a shame: People are just calling it a knock-off of The Incredibles… which is seriously backwards. Brad Bird, the man behind the Parr family, was between eight and ten-years-old when the FF made their first appearance. Looking at the characters in both stories, there are lots of “coincidental” similarities. But, that’s neither here nor there; this kind of thing happens all the time. It’s just unfortunate that the FF movie is getting the short shrift because: “It’s just like The Incredibles…” or people didn’t think that there was enough action…. or *gasp* it wasn’t like X-Men or Spider-Man. I liked it; I’d see it again. But that’s just my 2¢ worth.
  • By way of Slashdot: There have been a couple of possible breakthroughs in cancer research and AIDS research.
  • By way of : Lambert’s Cafe
  • “the jolly robert” (…which amused me quite a bit)    –    
  • : Gabrych talks War Crimes
  • One of my co-workers sent me an email of pictures of the Blue Angels. One of the pictures showed the group flying over/near an old ship… I couldn’t determine which one it was, but it looked like either the U.S.S. Constitution or the U.S.S. Constellation. Given the limited time that the Constellation has been out of Baltimore’s harbor, I am inclined to believe that it was the Constitution.
  • “Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.”

I should hit the rack. A few of us are hitting the bike trail again in the morning. Hm… “In a few hours.” Yeah, sleep would be a good thing now.

Namaste.