MyMusic buggered up my order last week, so I still haven’t listened to the new Sleater-Kinney disc. I’ve since re-ordered it, but it just shipped today so it’ll be at least Thursday before it arrives. Dangit.

By the way, I’m addicted to poker. Not playing it, watching it.

Someone near my desk has a quote on their whiteboard that reads, “You are what you think about.”

So I’m Salma Hayek and an order of butter chicken then.

Communal kitchen equipment is just scary. I swear, the toaster oven in my office kitchen should have a biohazard warning.

Gah. I’m glad this didn’t happen when TimmyD and I went to BodyWorlds in London a few years ago.

Well, it looks like Phoenix is gonna get smoked by San Antonio, so my wished-for matchup of Suns-Heat isn’t likely. As I type this Miami is about to go up 2-1 in their series against the Pistons, so even that’s not a lock just yet, but I’m betting on the Heat.

Shaq-Duncan. Wade-Bowen. Jones-Ginobli. Yeah, I’d pay to see that.

There’s some twat on the street below my apartment, dressed in a black leather trenchcoat and black leather hat, blasting “Say Hello” by April Wine out of his giant black pickup truck. It’s loud enough that I can hear it through my double-windows, over the TV, and he’s been thoughtful enough to leave the doors open so we can all enjoy it.

Five more minutes, I’m gonna start chuckin’ eggs.

My new Great Lake Swimmers disc has accomplished the rare feat of appealing to both myself and my mother-in-law.

Last night we celebrated GB’s 35th birthday. He and CB stoped by for a few drinks (where we handed him his gift: a copy of Freakonomics) before heading further downtown. Dinner was at Frisco’s Brasserie (or The Brasserie, or whatever it’s called now), a place none of us have been to in many years. Since then it’s undergone a name change, design change, menu changes, chef change, etc. Apart from a few service miscues (wine taking forever to arrive, my card disappearing for a while) it wasn’t bad. Better than Milestones, which I despise, though I seem to be in the minority there.

After dinner we went to Yuk Yuk’s. It was my first time there, and I was pleasantly surprised. 4 of the 5 comedians we saw (including the host) were really good (especially Ron Josol), and the other — Dan Dunn — was…well, weird, but at least he knew he was dying and kept making plane crash sounds to show us that he knew. There was this ridiculously drunk & annoying woman in the crowd named Mona, who works at the LCBO (and kept yelling it all throughout the show), that derailed the guys a few times, almost too many times to make me think she was a plant.

Anyway, on the way home around 1:00 my wife (aka, “one more drink girl”) invited everyone back to our place, so it was 2:00 before we got to sleep. I was pretty wiped after a 20-hour day, enough so that I didn’t wake up ’til 9.

And now…accounting.

July 23rd is the West Memphis Three worldwide awareness day, and there’s an event here in Toronto.

Read the book. Read the website. Watch the documentaries. You’ll feel like going too.

[cross-posted on radiodan]