Why yes…

It was a band I’m familiar with through my unusual status as an anglophone American guy with a strange affection for francophone Canadian alt-rock.

Other random Monday stuff:

  • Students are back along with free print copies of the New York Times, part of a “newspapers in education” program that’s meant to get students reading newspapers but realistically is probably more about giving faculty and staff free ones.
  • A good weekend, all in all, highlighted by another batch of my Pollo Vindaloo (recipe upon request) in all its Tex-Mex-Indian deliciousness and some of someone else’s leftover birthday cake since I purposefully didn’t have one of my own last weekend.
  • Had a nice time at Westerwood and College Hill Saturday night…as long as you don’t count the part where someone slashed one of my tires. That part kind of sucked.
  • I should (finally) have a new toilet and bathroom floor by the end of the day. That’s pretty exciting. Fortunately it’s a two-bathroom house so I haven’t been having to run down to the Texaco station at the corner while I waited.
  • No, we no longer have Texaco stations here, but it flowed better than “Shell station” so I rolled with it anyway.
  • Anyone need a really nice 2011 Buick Regal? I have one for sale if you want to match what they offered me at Carmax.

Videolog: My Number

Foals
My Number (2013)

At a time when I’m finding lots of early- and mid-1980s music virtually unlistenable (maybe due to burnout after thirty years of near constant exposure) I’m really finding I like a lot of this neo-1980s stuff–both in English and French. Go figure…

This, on the other hand, is crap. Twenty-seven years and a Kickstarter campaign and this is the best they could do? Really?

Enough!

I just want to say that I’ve had enough doctors and contractors to last a lifetime this summer. And for the record, there’s no big health issue; both the doctors and the contractors are primarily handling assorted deferred maintenance, and I really rather like all the new practitioners I’ve added to the mix. I’m just tired of keeping up with so fucking many appointments.

Unrelated: Lovely time in DC last weekend. Film at 11.