Congratulations, Joe!
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Congrats, Mr. Boucher.
D'oh - edited for not enough coffee before posting
Now we can steal Frank's identity. Exxxcelllent....
I was just thinking that. Just in time for the NOLA trip.
hmmph, when I visited MC we did a park walk, but not the hike you mention. It was a rushed weekend for me though with lots of driving and stuff. Clearly I need to go see her again.
also? CONGRATULATIONS!!
FWIW, Corwood, Emmett also arrived with cord around neck, and had to be revivified. Apgar from 3 to 8 in one minute. And that was in a hospital, but no c-section.
Man, I bet that was terrifying. But it's strangely reassuring to hear that a kid as fantastic as Emmett also had a scary time at delivery.
I'm not squeamish about me, but when my loved ones are hurting I'm a wreck.
This is precisely what makes delivery difficult on Dads.
I got nothing to say about Percy Heath, except that I wish my own life could be as full as his was.
Mr "Corwood," if that *is* your real pseudonym, I read and enjoyed your Deadwood post, but I have to tell you, I don't think Bullock and Swearingen are presented as so much of being polar opposites who are occasionally uncomfortable allies as brothers under the skin who'd prefer not to have to acknowledge that.
No comment on my real or fake pseudonyms. I agree that Bullock & Swearingen have a deep connection, but I dunno about the brothers under the skin part. Admittedly, I’m several weeks behind (the last ep I saw was the one that ended with Al watching Joanie spirit the whores away), but Bullock doesn’t seem to have that sort of amoral Dionysian streak that makes Swearingen so damn compelling. He’s so uptight that I’m surprised his teeth haven’t popped out from the pressure.
Finally, I’ve said it before and will do so again: Hell, yeah, Joe!
OT (at last): I picked up the new Go-Betweens and recent Eric Matthews releases yesterday. I’m still digesting both, but I want to point out that the Go-Betweens are going to play the US for the first time since 1989 in June. NYC, Chapel Hill, Chicago, Seattle, San Francisco, and LA, but (why o why, lord?) nowhere within a day's drive of me. Please excuse the following (ladies of delicate constitutions may wish to have the smelling salts onhand if they choose to highlight this): FUCK! FUCKITY FUCK! GODDAMMIT!
Congrats to Joe and the future Mrs. Joe.
Whyyyyy aren't the Go-Betweens coming to D.C. or, for Corwood, Austin? Whine whine whine. (Yes, I know NYC is only five hours drive for me, but ... five hours, dude!)
I just want to point out that the Go-Betweens are playing within walking distance of my apartment.
Now I do my dance!
Can we have no more scary delivery stories until further notice?
Signed
3 days and counting to due date...
Oh my goodness! Mazel tov, Jim!