Week in Progress
Monday: Saw Metric
One of the better live shows I’ve been to. The opening bands (The Islands, End of Fashion) were more than just bearable, which was quite a surprise to me after some of the openers I’ve endured in the past. On the topic of openers, I really enjoyed The Islands and will have to pick up one of their discs.
I long suspected Metric would sound fantastic live since their sound isn’t over-produced. Almost every sound you hear on their albums can be easily reproduced live with the four people on stage. I hope they don’t change that very important quality as they grow in popularity.
Tuesday: Spicy Chicken Goes Straight for the Damned Eye
We didn’t want to bother with cooking dinner, so Emily and I went to the local Whole Foods Market (organic grocer) for their excellent hot/cold soup & salad bar.
I’d just dished some red spicy chicken into a box and was buttoning it up when one of the flaps slipped and catapulted an ant-sized chunk of concentrated hellspice straight under my glasses lens and into my favorite eye.
It’s moments like these when the world around you dissolves, you drop all of your inhibitions (and spicy chicken), and madly paw at your eye with a napkin trying to sop up the burning red pepper oil before it reaches your brain.
Thankfully, I walked away from that situation with both eyes intact, but I count myself among the lucky. Also, that spicy chicken can burn in hell. Last night I ate beef.
Also Tuesday: House Cleaners Aren’t PC Savvy
We hired some cleaners to a nice deep spring cleaning on our home. When I returned home, I found my computer’s mousepad with built-in wrist rest rotated backwards; 180° from normal.
My amusement was furthered when I noticed that there wasn’t a mouse on the pad, but a stapler. And a razor blade.
After righting the pad and putting away the other stuff, it occurred to me that the mouse was nowhere to be found. It took me a minute to locate it on the bookshelf.
I suppose the cleaning people weren’t so PC savvy. They were, however, very handy with the sponge and broom, so I’m not complaining.