And before that...

A series of true stories:

1) I just called my project manager a rock star without thinking, as in "I'm just having IQA confirm we didn't overwrite their changes and then we're good to clear, rock star." My PM is not, nor has he ever been a rock star. Nor are most people that I call rock star, but my PM is very specifically not a rock star.

2) Ann is writing a song for our two-show band, dubbed Mister Taste (or is it Mr. Taste? Not sure) and it is called Make Out Plus and it is about doing more than making out. And at the Hot Snakes show, I came up with the following lyrical addition, hope you like it:

You don't need those New Balance where we're goin'.

3) I may scuba after all.

4) Right wrist dead. No more right wrist. All gone.

5) Saturday. Totally.