Good morning, son

Decided to lunch at Joe's again, though I knew it spelled doom for the afternoon, when I only have everything in the whole world to get done. The boy is a Settlers Card Game addict these days, and I'd lie to say I wasn't happy to help him along his downward spiral. (We'll see how my mood changes when he starts beating me regularly at it. ) I'll probably play it with him next week, too, since he's preordered the new English edition of the expansion packs (which, unlike the German blisterpacks, all come in one box) and expects to have them by then.

Joe's website makes me seriously want to redesign my own to make it more attractive to potential clients, but, really, that's just another thing on the after-the-dum-dum-dum-is-la-la-la queue. Or maybe I am just jealous of his domain name.

Joe gave me something back today: Ben Folds' "Rockin' The Suburbs" album, or at least the knowledge of it. I made Tower Records my first stop on my way home. Always glad to expand my personal catalog of Geek Rock. (Argh... why didn't I look for JBE's "Don't Get Smart" album while I was in there? wah.) The choruses of "Still Fighting It" and "The Ascent of Stan" give me the Shivers, and that's before considering the words. I wonder if Stan is a real person? Who is the "textbook hippie man" who receives public criticism for being no fun anymore? Actually, probably he's just an evil conglomerate. OK.

Pizza story

The giant, crawlable website du jour belongs to The Gus. It is my favorite kind of personal website, a whole lot of stuff accrued over several years, all linked in a tangled mess, and wonderful to *explore*. Thanks to Leah, who presented the link to me in context that I may want to steal his weblog style ideas later on. She knows me well.

I especially love the "Big Fun" glossary that presents a chronicle, organized not by time but by alphabetical precedence (and further confused by lots of hypercrosslinks), of a cohabitational project. I swear that I have heard the large meat pizza story somewhere before. Maybe from Leah? Or maybe I only think that I have, and it is in fact an archetypal story that I have have heard many many times before, wearing different masks.