Oy. Whatever you do, don’t get the ginger beef at The Pilot. My stomach has been staging a wildcat strike since about 3 this afternoon.

Speaking of turning my stomach, I’m nearly finished my MSD assignment. Two more nights of work, some finishing touches over the weekend and I’m done with it. The I can get started on the final assignment and submit it by the 29th…just in time to pick up my film festival package and get pickin’. A breather before the festival begins, then a week away on the course intensive; I’m back in time for a few more films and a visit from my brother and his family. So yeah, I’m pretty much booked until the end of September.

My copy of All The President’s Men arrived in the mail today. I half watched it this afternoon while I worked from home.

Sigh. Woodward & Bernstein, where are you now that you’re needed most?

Never thought I’d say this, but…where can I get some Russian milk?

Bonjour, je m’appelle Brother Howitzer of Unassuming Acceptance.

Getcher Unitarian Jihad Name here.

Jaysus. Over the weekend I realized that my computer hasn’t been patching itself in months. Turns out I got a little zealous with the firewall and was blocking the service that does the windows updates. I didn’t even have SP2! I just forgot to check it all out after I rebuilt it back in the spring; I told it to keep itself updates and forgot about it. Stupid, stupid Dan.

Uh, about 5 in 7,422 I guess…

Just five songs after my Nomad played Bob Dylan‘s “When The Ship Comes In”, it spun up The Chieftains‘ cover from the 40th anniversary tribute concert in New York.

Then they’ll raise their hands,
Sayin’ we’ll meet all your demands,
But we’ll shout from the bow your days are numbered.
And like Pharaoh’s tribe,
They’ll be drownded in the tide,
And like Goliath, they’ll be conquered.

I’m so looking forward to this movie. Carell’s going to be on The Daily Show tonight; that’ll be…weird.

Today marks T-Bone’s return to the office. Calloo, callay!

If you haven’t watched Band Of Brothers (imdb| rotten tomatoes) yet…what the hell? Get in there. It’s probably the best ten hours of TV you’ll ever sit through.

Once again, not a bad day. Little breakfast, little grocery shopping, little reading, little TV, little visit from the little furry bastards, little cleaning, and finally a little work (which I should be doing right now instead of blogging). Nellie should be home tonight sometime. I wish she and the girls were driving past that pie store we visited back in February. I’d kill for some of that apple pie…