Shape it up. Get straight. Go forward. Move ahead.

Anybody local interested in seeing Whip It?
Reviews from the pre-screening indicate that it's an above average quirky indie coming of age comedy with roller derby.

Me and Lucifer, Lucifer and me.

Here's how it started: Me thinking it's a shame that my computer and car stereos don't have decent sound quality, because it means I have to listen to my iPod if I really want decent sound. Which is tricky in the shower.
Then I thought, Hey. I have a stereo. I stopped playing CDs in it a long time ago, because at one point it suddenly seized up and had a CD-player meltdown. The radio and cassette deck still worked, but no CD. And it wouldn't eject anything, so for a couple of years I had lost whatever was in there.
But! Now I have CD burning capabilities! Although iTunes apparently thinks I should upgrade my hardware, because I'm getting a lot of unknown errors and 'I can't find a disc' complaints. But I finally cajoled it into actually chewing through a copy of "To Serve Moog" and...

My stereo is old enough that it doesn't recognize home burned CDs.

These are the days of miracle and wonder.

On the Bright Side of Life

• My soap smells like spruce and pine.
  
• Ashland was very rewarding.
  
• Cats have nearly endless entertainment value.
  
• Horseradish cheddar is on sale.
  
• It's not hot. And there's a nice breeze. Maybe Autumn is a comin' on.
  
• I did homework. And I didn't die.
  
• I may not be writing, but I'm helping good writing get done.
  
• Headphones have pretty good sound quality.
  
• Nauti has agreed to keep rolling.
  
• We're still flying.
  

Talking Italian

The atmosphere tonight is different. There's a charge in the air. And what passes for a chill in these parts. The moon glows china white, and the pinpoint stars are bright. I walk and something pushes at my back, urging me to run. I smell of green things, from when I fell down the stairs and steered myself into a bush to avoid the cement. But my nose is full of a sharp herbal presence. The vestigial primal core inside me wants to come to the surface but it's still too polite to do so.

Autumn, she is definitely acomin' on.