A Corner in Winslow, AZ

Before I begin, I must say that the music of Tenacious D is absolutely brilliant. “F**k You Gently” is one of the greatest compositions of the last quarter-century. One cannot argue with that. One simply cannot. Okay, well, I suppose you could. I suppose you could back that case up. I suppose the D is not as brilliant as, say, R.E.M., but what are you going to do? They are brilliant in the grand scheme of things, I promise you.

What does this have to do with anything? It has nothing to do with anything, actually. It just so happened that Tenacious D was playing in iTunes when I sat down to type this.  Tori Amos is playing now. “In The Springtime of His Voodoo” is the song. I like that song too.

Today I did a bunch of computery things and I read the final story in the book I’ve been reading. I also read four issues of Wild Cats, a comic book I’ve been reading since I was fat. I’m not fat anymore, or so Stephanie tells me. I’m not sure I’m buying it. At 173-174.5, which is where I’m hovering this week, I am still between seven and ten pounds overweight. I still have manboobs, even if they have shrunk. I still have lovehandles and a little belly. These are things that are not gone and until they are I don’t think I can really consider myself non-fat.

I also did grocery shopping and I played Madden 2004 online. I lost again, but I played a good game.

Uhm, did I mention that Tori Amos’ lyrics make absolutely no sense? Yeah. I wanted to mention that. Now I’m done.