And before that...

A number of things, a MULTITUDE of pluralities of a couple things have cheered me tonight, which I shall now enumerate for you:

Number One:
The Fact That My Mother Is Cuter Than All Other Mothers Combined

Her most recent e-missive included both of the following pieces of information.

1)That the full name of Los Angeles is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula"

2) "Speaking of 'piggy', do you remember the pig in the soap you gave me year before last? It is in my bathroom and doesn't get used much but the other day when i used it i began to feel the little snout and mouth coming out of the soap. I'm liberating the piggy! It's way cool."

My mom is liberating the piggy! It's way cool.

Number Two:
Some merlot.

Number Three:
The fact that the Cliff's Notes for The Outsiders Exists.

And not only that, that on the cover it says "The Outsider's"... apostrophe s. You're damn right I ordered it, four dollars forty nine cents american. I am so, so very curious what sort of secrets there are to be unlocked in S.E. Hinton's elaborate prose. WHO THE FUCK NEEDS CLIFF'S NOTES FOR THE OUTSIDERS? I promise a full report when they arrive.

Number Four:
The Bassline in Amon Tobin's "Chomp Samba"

Can't explain why, but it's bringing me immense amounts of pleasure today.

Number Five:
The Latest in the Fatboy Slim Catalog

Yes, it makes me gay, but I'm sorry. The shit just makes you happy. It's what it does. It's what it's there for. You need to not think so hard about it. Think of it this way: there are CLIFF'S NOTES for THE OUTSIDERS. There are no cliff's notes for fatboy slim. That's how little you need to think about it. There is no critical thought involved. You just listen, and then you get all smiley and move around a little. It's easy! Try it!

Number Six:
My Cat Is Performing Some Kind of Time-Released Lap Cat Experiment Between the Hours of Noon and Three P.M. Each Day

No one knows why. She just all of the sudden wants to chill in my lap while I work, but only during those hours. I'm fine with it, I got no complaints.

Number Seven:
There was a Bring It On t-shirt that said "May the Best Moves Win"

Number Eight:
This Song by Brodeur and Nick Hubben, the Former Delawarean, Who Together Are Called Certainly, Sir

It pleases me. It's called Hawaii. Maybe you remember Brodeur from when he wrote clever things while I was busy moving to LA. There's another track available if you like that one, here.