What a weekend!
Friday I took some sick time. I was actually sick. I used my free time to start watching 'Twin Peaks.' If most television shows were like 'Twin Peaks' (and 'The Simpsons') I would watch television. I'm hooked.
Saturday was even more productive. I contributed to the downfall of moral society by picking up the South Park movie and "Rant in E-Minor" by Bill Hicks. If you're a cynical misanthrope who's not easily offended, run--don't walk--to your nearest record store and buy this fucker. If you would like a free sample, check this out. Now go buy the album. I'm serious.
But wait, that's not all! I also enhanced the rock-worthiness of my music collection by getting the recently-reissued albums 'Adventure' and 'Marquee Moon' by Television. If you're looking for some late-1970s art/garage rock that will put all those whitestripesjetstrokes bands to shame, Television is pretty much all you need (along with some MC5 and The Stooges). Truly wonderful music.
"But Jason, what about books? Surely you, of all people, didn't fail to pick some new reading material?" Just one book: 'Spaceland' by Rudy Rucker. Believe it or not, but I have a pretty healthy backlog of books I need to read. I did start 'Snow Crash' by Neal Stephenson this weekend, so at least I'm working on it.
Then Saddam was captured. Good news, because he is a mass-murdering fuck who needs to be brought to justice, but bad news because it not only all-but-ensures another four years of W (when do we get the "action" figure for this one?), it also guarantees that any other news deemed "bad" will be drowned out. But, yay yippee hallelujah god bless america and all that. The bastard should have hung out with Osama, seeing as how the mightiest military force in the history of mankind can't seem to find him. However, we can locate and destroy children--stick with what you know, I guess.
I still feel pretty terrible, but, you know, I think I have a case of the Mondays.