Nothing funny about feldspar

Plagioclase said, “Somebody twittered my chat!” and all I could think was something, uh, vulgar.

“But you’re a guy!”

Who’s responsible for making sure the pockets of clothing are empty before going into the washer?

In my mind, it’s the wearer of the clothing. However, apparently in other people in this household’s minds, it’s the duty of the launderer.

If you don’t do your own laundry, who should be emptying your pockets of used tissues?

Last year we bought a Kitchen-Aid non-stick roasting pan. Very heavy, very big rack, holds a Very Big Roast.

However, if said VBR is at all leaky and drips during the roasting time (juices catching in the pan, what a concept!), and you leave it while you eat the VBR, then later it becomes impossible to clean the “non”-stick pan.

I have even done the trick of coating the crud with straight dishwashing liquid, which works extremely well to get crap off of my normal “stick” baking pans. This thing has been soaked in soap, in hot water, in soapy hot water and I can’t scrub it or the “non”-stick stuff will come off.

My advice: if you’re thinking of getting a roasting pan and rack, pick one that isn’t non-stick. It’s a non-value-added substance.

Between the spring pollen, the dust throughout the house, the invading ants and the normal crap from my sister, I have an incredibly bad headache. It makes me wish I liked strong alcohol, because then I might not have a headache for a couple of hours before the hangover hits.

And now I get TV and Radio from two different and yet not far enough away rooms. Excuse me while I stomp over and slam the door. That oughta help my head.

From a Salon interview with Nick Cave (sit through an ad to read it):

So now you’re going through a midlife crisis and –

I was being slightly ironic.

So you’re dealing with these issues, and the sound of the album is wilder and looser than it’s been in a while.

[Cave snickers]

No? Musicians just don’t like to be told what they sound like! But your early music was also maybe written at a time of sexual frustration …

Well, actually, no. In the “Birthday Party” days it was pussy on tap. You had to beat it away with a stick. Are you saying that the music sounds like something we would have done when we were younger?

Yeah.

I reckon the music sounds something like, you know when you go to a disco and you see some middle-aged guy getting down? It sounds like some dad guy having a few drinks and going nuts in a disco. The young kids are loving it, we’re getting all this response from the kids, but we certainly weren’t trying to recapture some lost youth.

You were right, though. We just don’t like to be told where our music’s going. So get fucked. [Smiles]