Call me Edward Lewis (Livin' Large, Part I)

• Password for concert-ticket pre-sale: $12
• Concert tickets with super good seats: $200
• Plane ticket to Los Angeles: $120
• Overnight airport parking: $30
  
  
• Telling your grandchildren about the time you flew to LA just to watch a Soda Stereo concert and then flew right back: priceless

Stay tuned for Part II.

Such Foolishness

What was I thinking? No, seriously. Was I drunk or something?

Under the Milky Way is by The Church, not Echo & The Bunnymen! E & The BMs did Bring on the Dancing horses.

But now I've downloaded them both, and watched most of season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All is well again.

28 days left

30 minutes into Donnie Darko, and I'm already madly in love. Any movie that features songs by both Tears for Fears and Echo and the Bunnymen is bound for greatness. Also, it's about the end of the world.

Update: Movie's over now. It's what the great poet Eddie Murphy called a "great fucking movie."

Update 2: OK, maybe it's not really great, just really good with a great soundtrack. I dunno. Cuatro estrellas.

Workout

I got home from work today, and my head felt three sizer bigger than it was in the morning. You know how after a day of chasing stuff around, following up, and collecting statuses, all you have is this loud HUMMMM sound in your brain? Like you're all concentrated out for the day, and you can't bear the idea of a thought going through your head tonight. I hate these days.

So I got home with this awful I'm-so-drained-I-can't-even-watch-TV feeling, and I just had to do something about it, or I would spend the entire night tweaking my automatic backup scripts. Again. Enlightenment struck from the most unexpected direction: I'm going to go down to the gym! Yeah, I'm going to sweat me some relaxation.

Before I could change my mind, I quickly changed clothes, made sure the MP3 thing had some decent music on it, grabbed some water, and went down to the gym. I felt good with myself. I felt in control.

When I got back to the apartment, I was feeling positively fabulous. This was the best idea I ever had. Lucky that all the treadmills were taken, and I walked right back home.

Close call. Now let's see if I can get this backup script to run any faster. Got the whole night ahead of me.

Update 4 hours later: I've had time to both do the backup script thing and watch Grave of the Fireflies. I am now both tired and completely, utterly, entirely, depressed. Isao Takahata, I hope you're proud of yourself.