The Beautiful Account of Thursday and the Shiny New Pickle

Why yes, it is a beautiful day outside today.  The sun is up.  The sky is blue.  It’s beautiful and so are you, dear Prudence.  Got some great music playing through the iPod, got a nice USGS Quad map in front of me.  Got me a Jonagold apple waiting.  Got a date with a sweet, lovely lady tonight.  What else could I ask for?

“Ask for a pile of coconut shavings, Logan!”

Yeah… I don’t like coconut stuff, though. 

If you think you might like some indie folk music, I strongly suggest trying out the Mumford & Sons album Sigh No More.  It’s currently $7.99 on Amazon as an mp3 album, which is available here.  The album has a wide range of sounds, from simple acoustics to a full-fledged background band.  The singing is exceptional, as the band is British, and the lyrics are powerful, especially when coupled with such awesome music.  (One of the best songs, “Little Lion Man,” has the F-bomb in the chorus, if that sort of thing rankles you.)

Keisha and I recently started watching the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica.  From my understanding, Battlestar is one of the finest sci-fi television shows ever.  The writing is superb.  The action is intense.  The characters are completely believable and real.  The imagination is futuristic, yet familiar.  Overall, I’ve really enjoyed it so far, and I hope the rest of the show stays up to my expectations.

We’re going to watch Shutter Island tonight.  Keisha doesn’t do scary movies, so this should be fun.  I’m expecting some intense moments.  You should expect a review.  Maybe.  Maybe you should expect a jar of pickles.

“I said ask for a pile of coconut shavings!”

I read the hilarious Stuff Christians Like blog, which basically pokes fun of many things in the Christian culture.  From there I found a few other blogs I liked, and one of them had this video the other day.  They created it.  I laughed.  You should too, especially if you have a house dog.

Keisha gave Stella a bath last night.  I dried her off.  We use the hair dryer.  It’s funny.  Then we clipped her nails.  It’s not funny.  But it kind of is.  She always feels like a giant warm cotton ball after she’s had a bath, so that’s nice.  And she runs around and around and around playing afterwards, too.

On to work.  Time to figure out what the heck this stuff means.  Or at least try to.  When life hands you lemons, make pickle juice!  (Okay, that’s just nasty.  I’d rather have… coconut shavings.)