What would you little maniacs like to do first?

Some random stuff to share here, and I don’t even know where to start.  In no particular order…

It appears, friends, that I spoke too soon.  You may recall a couple months back the elation I expressed at I hearing that Boudin’s butternut squash soup was to become a regular weekly event.  Well I’m here to tell ya… be careful what you wish for.  You see, in my constant proselytizing for the delicious soup, I failed to think through the possible consequences.  For the past few weeks, I’ve faithfully gone to the local Boudin for my mid-week lunch ritual only to find that they had already run out of butternut squash soup for the day.  The message about b-squash got out all right, and now it’s come back to bite me!  Once I could see as a fluke.  But several weeks in a row now?  That’s a trend.  In fact, that’s a deeply disturbing trend.  And it simply won’t do.

Missed Opportunity Of The Day:  I was thinking about that infamous and hideous bust from Lionel Richie’s “Hello” video (see below), and it occurred to me that the legions of ridiculous Mission hipsters would gladly give their most prized pair of vintage L.A. Gear for this most iconic and ironic of sculptures.  Somebody ought to market reproductions of that bust.  Hell, make it a Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia!  (Incidentally, the fate of the actual bust — which I suspect would go for a pretty penny on eBay — is recounted here.)

In other music news, you need to check this out.  Coming to you by way of Paul, it’s The Swinger.  This is some code that someone put together that takes and existing song and puts it in swing time.  It’s hard to explain, just check out the link.  Slick!

H.P. Lovecraft was a dadgum genius.  I wish there was something I could do to make him more famous than he already is.  I just finished “The Case Of Charles Dexter Ward,” one of the most entertaining stories I’ve read in ages.  And it’s just the latest of several of his short stories that are knocking my socks off.  I don’t know what it is, but this guy’s got my number.  I’ve picked up several more volumes of his stuff, waiting to be read over the summer!

Finally, I’ve found myself on another kick of trying to organize my massive “to do” list.  There are a lot of reasons for why that might be.  For one, I actually have made good progress on it, and I dare say I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel (in terms of organizing the list not completing it).  I’ve been giving more thought to why I even have this list.  Do I really have any serious hope of somehow finishing it all before I die?  I recently read a quote that was something like, “when you die, your inbox won’t be empty.”  That’s a pretty powerful truth to accept.  And yet, I still feel somewhat powerless to let my list go.  I’m maintaining this thing, and for what?  In trying to reassess its contents, I realize that a lot of it is just clever little tidbits that I’ve saved for some unknown reason.  What would I do with all these clever little things?  Write a novel?  A screenplay?  Five albums worth of songs?  Would I somehow memorize them all and have them ready to fire off in conversation at just the right moment?  Maybe.  But I think more likely there’s just some switch in me that causes me to hoard ideas the way those people on T.V. hoard trash in their living rooms.  Something in me can’t accept that these things are just momentarily valuable and then should be let go.  How do I let them go?  🙁

The quote of the week comes from one such saved snippet from some conversation I had with a friend long ago.  I thought it was clever, so I saved it.  Now I’m going to let it go, remove it from my “to do” list, and try to accept that this blog is where it was meant to live forever.  Enjoy.

Friend:  “Nice, where’d you meet her?”
Benjamin:  “Meet her?  Dude, look at her!  Me and Anthony Michael Hall made her in my bedroom.”

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