I don’t agree with everything this person says about swearing, but I remember reading somewhere that people who are freaked out about swearing are less egalitarian than people who aren’t. Not particularly safe for work.
Believe me when I tell you this is cool. SFW.
Paul sent around an email yesterday announcing that a court date has been set for the woman who knocked John off his motorcycle. It had been looking increasingly like nothing was going to happen, but the slow grinding wheels of justice are finally in motion. May 27th nothing will likely happen except her entering a plea. Paul will keep us all apprised.
I had a very productive day yesterday; I replaced the burner I covered in melted plastic; re-upped on the lease and gave the landlord six months worth of checks; did a load of laundry, worked on half a dozen songs with Paul and wheedled him into going to the first Tuesday at Jericho for the year in exchange for me working up Erica’s Song well enough to perform it, and man his guitar support is tasty as always), got plates and insurance for the car, cooked chicken schnitzel with quinoa salad for supper (Paul made the salad and insisted on sending me home with some, and it had so much garlic in it it practically triggered an altered state of consciousness); messed with the intonation on my mandolin now that it’s been repaired (sounds okay now); almost wrote a new tune and replaced my bank card which was compromised again if you can believe it (somebody tried to take $500 out of my account in Surrey three days ago and so the baloney alarm was triggered).
I of course find it screechingly funny that my bank knows I’d never take $500 out in Surrey. Welcome to the Panopticon.
Jeff is likely off to Victoria and will likely be bringing back Andrew, so I have some ‘comfort of guests’ things to do today, not that I mind. House guests are fun. For three days, anyway.
