all the nights this week post-jetpack-speech are looking mighty unobstructed. as in hardly any assignments or random crap to do. i am so down with that, let me tell ya.

for example, last night i finished the kid. what a great book. it got a little less funny and/or observational and a little more sentimental as it neared the end, and sort of lost its edge, but hell, if i was writing a whole book about my adopted newborn and all the shit i went through to get him, i think by the end i would start going soft too just thinking about how lucky i was and all that. brian-endorsed and recommended? yes.

another reason this week is surpassing prior expectations? i got three birthday presents this week.

but wait, you ask, wasn’t your birthday a month ago last sunday? why yes it was, how observant, i would reply. however, i don’t hold it against some folks for not quite getting things here in time. better late than never on the gift issue, without a doubt. plus, the added bonus is that i wasn’t really expecting them, and so all the sudden my mailbox is stuffed with presents and i’m grinning a big dopey one.

so now i have a new cd, a sweet mixtape (plus some yummy frogs), and an unbelievably picked first edition of the kindly ones, which is quite probably the coolest book ever. (i previously owned an inferior-cover-designed second edition). a certain someone sure knows how to tickle my geek-bone, as you can tell, and she defintely won some big points with that one. bravo!

i’ll be back later with a song of the week after i fight an inner battle to decide what it should be. and yes, this inner battle will involve broadswords and those spiked-ball-on-a-chain-attached-to-a-stick things. those are called maces, right? they should definitely have a scarier or more menacing name than ‘mace’. like deathball.

huh?