‘Tis bettet to give than receive, says Scott Meyer:
Highlarious.
Andrew Sullivan’s filler-in-ers have been posting links to “depressing Christmas songs,” and of course how can you do that without Tom Waits?
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So the other day I was poking around Amazon, looking for Christmas presents for my peeps and bopeeps, and came across Adam Lambert’s new album, which I would never buy. The album cover made me giggle, so I sent a link to my boy Brian:
You like number games? Sudoku? Ken-Ken? Then take Numbrix to the house. You’ll be glad you did! Also you’ll be ensmarten’d. Argh. In my post from Friday, I linked to an article at Delaware Online that I believed was recent, and it turns out to be from several years ago. The bed and breakfast mentioned there-in is actually up the street from me, and my father told me that it went out of business several years ago. A big thanks to the News Journal and DelawareOnline.com, which instead of actually dating each article, just print today’s date at the top, so you have no way of knowing if the article is from yesterday or from 1997. (Add this to the reasons that I don’t bother getting the News Journal delivered to my home.) Here’s a nice story about the emerging awesomeness of my new ‘hood: A growing group of residents and business owners – new and old – wants to uncover Claymont’s built-in beauty, revive its flagging spirit and improve its sagging property values. It’s the most craziest tiiiiiiime of the yeeeeeear! Also: It’s gettin’, it’s gettin’, it’s gettin’ kinda hectic. We’re trying to take the kids to as much cool holiday stuff as possible, so Saturday we dragged both urchins and both of Sarah’s parents to the Auburn Heights Preserve, which I honestly had never even heard of despite living in Delaware for 30 years. They have 1/8-scale steam-powered trains to sit on and ride around (they are not what I would describe as “Pullman-car comfortable,” but still fun), and what is probably the largest collection of steam-powered Stanley automobiles around. Did I take pictures? You bet your sweet patoot. I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. Mine was fraught with obesity! I ate so much that I did not have to eat again for roughly 14 hours. (Given that I’m usually rustling through the pantry every 30 minutes, that’s a major accomplishment.) Note that I said I didn’t have to. That didn’t stop me from doing so: there was pie, you see. I had four pieces!
I’ve had my copy of John Mayer’s new album, “Battle Studies,” for a week now, so I thought I’d share my thoughts. First, a little disclosure: I love John Mayer, and would probably be willing to modify my personal anatomy if he asked me to be the bearer of his golden children. Also, I’m not a professional critic, I just like music. Anyway, my thoughts:
John Mayer consistently releases albums that kind of irk me at first listen, and then grow on me quicker than mold in your mom’s basement1. I take this to mean one of two things. Either
I’m not ruling out either one.
Saturday night, I managed to make it to the fall Ychromes concert. The show was pretty damned fine; good arrangements, fantastic soloists, and a few nice touches. I’m still hoping to see the 2nd act video turn up on Youtube, because it was so funny I peed in my pants just a little bit. They also did a really fantastic tribute to Colin Hines, alumnus #54, who sadly passed away last week of complications from leukemia. (I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Cancer, you are a serious douche. Please stop killing people.) And in the 4 days between Colin’s passing and the concert, some of our smarter members managed to pull together the Colin Hines Memorial Scholarship Fund, and raised $3000 to be split between the Chromes, and Leukemia research. It was a pretty memorable evening.
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