First, my old glasses…

…and my new glasses!

When you’re emailed something like this, you can’t help but to laugh.

My new favorite Web site to click through (when I really should be working).

Getting up at 4:30 this morning to accomplish a list of tasks (taking out the trash, cleaning Frank’s litter box, wrapping Matthew’s anniversary present, putting away my clean clothes, checking my e-mail, making my bed, balancing my checkbook) sounded like the perfect idea. Now it’s well past 7 and I need to get ready for work. But my eyelids are heavy and my bed is looking rather comfortable.

I want to go back to sleep.

I saw the new “Disney presentation of a Pixar film” Wednesday night. “The Incredibles” was cute, but Pixar does a better job of portraying characters who don’t normally speak: toys, insects, monsters and the like. Not that the story behind “The Incredibles” wasn’t creative; it was. I would just rather be ensconced in a world of make-believe for a while.

Maybe that’s a lame argument, because superheroes are make-believe (depending on whom you ask).

As of Monday, I’ve officially begun my Christmas shopping. I’m so proud of myself, I must say. I’ve discovered, primarily through trial and error, that it’s best to begin early. That way, I can spend my Christmas dollars wisely and intermittently. Beginning early also allows me time to leisurely wrap my purchases. It’s the perfect plan!

But what do I want this year? Hmm…

P.S. My birthday is in 18 days. Oy.

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I love the Internet. I mean, I really, really, really, really love this damn thing.

Oy.

Let me say this much: I never knew the talent and raw beauty of Ryan Adams until I saw him perform last night at Sokol. What a show, what a show, what a show. Not only did Ryan chat incessentialy during his three-plus-hour set, but he played beautifully. Sure, Ryan rambles like a crazy person, but don’t we all at one point or another? He also loves interacting with the audience, proven when he threw one of his guitars into the audience. At which time, one of the guitar strings got caught on this women’s belly ring. Ryan stopped the show and demanded the house lights be turned up. Ryan leapt onto the floor to assist this damsel in distress, then made sure the guitar belonged to her. Awesome, eh?

I wanted to stay until the show’s end, but at midnight Ryan didn’t show any sense of winding down for the night. Toward the end, and during his encore, Ryan would play one new song then take a request from the audience.

Classy!

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