weapons of massdistraction

I have no focus today. I am focus-less. Or maybe it would be “without foci” - no idea. But usually I can make myself a To Do list in the morning and then whip through the crucial tasks before bedtime. Today, not so much. Since coming home from work I’ve found myself spacing out. Somebody slap me. Or not. Maybe a gentle nudge would do the trick.

How about the good, the bad and the fugly?

The good: recently announced, Sonic Youth (who I love but haven’t seen live in over a decade) will be playing with The Flaming Lips, and I already have tickets!

The bad: Desmond Dekker died of a heart attack over the weekend, at the age of 64.

The fugly: I rarely link to Go Fug Yourself, because, like Dooce, it’s a no-brainer. Yawl are probably going there regularly already. But the Pirates of the Fugabbean post was especially choice (even though, or perhaps because, I do like both Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley).

Bonus: Pauline Kelar’s most recent post was simply this: “At some point you have to stop writing commentary and just live” - which brought to mind a conversation I had with Chuck about living in the moment vs. documenting it, by videotaping/photographing. Must ponder this some more before coming back to it…
Plus: It’s unkind, but my snarky side got a kick out of the Second Annual Myspace Stupid Haircut Awards. Oh my. I’m going to hell. In a handbasket.
And: So sad. I missed the gutter extrusion at the house today (though the husband called me as soon as the guys showed up, which made me happy). Probably for the best. I imagined it being super-cool, like the Play-Doh Fuzzy Pumper Barber Shop sets of yore. Reality likely would have disappointed. It usually does.