December 13th, 2004

Wedding day

"Have A Real Khool Yule"

Last night Ellen and I went out to dinner to celebrate our one-year anniversary. We'd narrowed our choices down to a few favorites and eventually decided on the Outback Steakhouse on the west side, since she'd never been to an Outback before. Sunday night turned out to be the perfect time to go because seating was immediate and the place was fairly quiet. My roommates are the only people I ever go to Outback with, and I've never once actually had a steak (or even beef) there. That's not to say that the meal was even marginally healthy, of course. I'm not eating lunch today (more on why later), and between Outback and Famous Dave's on Saturday, that's probably not a bad thing.

Ellen and I both had a good time, and I hope dinner lifted her spirits a bit. She went outside on Sunday morning to find the front, passenger window of her car broken and a few CDs missing. I always thought her unnecessarily cautious when she'd take the faceplate off her stereo, but it's still intact and that's what the vandals were probably after. The CDs they took were a curious assortment: Apollo 18 and Live in New York by They Might Be Giants, Abbey Road by The Beatles, and a CD of my original music with the handwritten label "Mostly new stuff, 12.03.04." What did they leave? Tracy Bonham (which was right on the passenger seat). The Red Hot Chili Peppers. Probably some Pearl Jam and Nirvana, and The Best of Bread. I'm gonna be pissed if my cover of Sweet Dreams shows up in the background of a car dealership commercial.

On top of the window, Ellen also had a couple of newspaper stories to write. Both were due this morning, and both required information from outside sources. She received one of the calls she was waiting for just as I arrived and took down some notes. The other story was basically written but needed some names which she wasn't able to get last night. We cut the night short (short as in I went home at 10:15 on a Sunday night) so she could write. She estimated that the story would take an hour and a half to finish, and I hope she got some sleep.

Secret Santa today at work. I hate Secret Santa gift exchanges (described most accurately by the AEG's friend as "Buy a bunch of crap, get a bunch of crap."). If I had spoken up about it I wouldn't have to be included, but it was just assumed that I'm interested in participating. Obviously I'm annoyed by this, but based on my relationship with my coworkers it wasn't an implausible assumption to make. Every day last week I promised myself that I'd take my lunchbreak the next day to pick up stupid little gifts, and every day I forgot about it. It was a scary feeling to realize that I hadn't done my shopping when I came in this morning to find a small bag of assorted hard candies and an M&Ms dispenser that rolls its eyes on my desk.

This year's gift exchange consists of four days of $1 presents and a $5 present on Friday. I took my lunchbreak early to check out Big Lots, which has the tackiest Christmas merchandise ever. Today my recipient gets a harmonica (yes, a harmonica) and a 25¢ cassette copy of Khool Yule by Khool & Friends. I'm not familiar with Khool and Friends, but this guy is just as white as I am (and actually, his music is whiter). This is not the only rap-related gift the guy is getting. He was on his lunchbreak when I got back from Big Lots so I dropped the two items off at his desk. This is probably my plan for the rest of the week, as he comes in an hour and a half earlier than I do. I don't know what his Friday gift is going to be yet, but he's unhealthily obsessed with fish.

I came back to work hoping that I hadn't missed the 11:00 lunch order deadline only to find out that nobody was ordering lunch after all. The vending machines don't look promising either, so I think I might just subsist on coffee and maybe a can of juice later in the day.
  • Current Music
    They Might Be Giants -- John Lee Supertaster, Live in San Francisco
Wedding day

Everybody Sheik Yerbouti!

For the Zappa fans in the audience: NPR show On Point just ran an interview with music biographer Barry Miles. The resulting feature on Frank Zappa and his unique take on American Culture is great. You can hear it in Windows Media Player, Real Audio and Quicktime. You have no excuse not to listen to it.

For the TMBG fans in the audience: They Might Be Giants has just released two MP3 albums for download. ALMANAC collects some of the best tracks of the recent tour, including rockin' live versions of John Lee Supertaster, Robot Parade and Dr. Worm, along with Corn Mo's guest appearance on Particle Man. The night after the Madison concert, the Boys from Brookyln started performing a new song every night inspired by the venue where they were playing, and Venue Songs collects the best of these bizzarre little compositions. Venue Songs is not for sale, but is available free when you purchase $9.99 of MP3s (a full album's worth). It's incredibly good, really, really weird, and features John Linnell saying "Goodnight, Mrs. Hitler." What more do you want?

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  • Current Music
    They Might Be Giants -- Houston Meridian