A little less conversation...

I made 4 dozen cupcakes from a mix. Why? Because it's for work, had it been for The Boy's school I might have made them from scratch or, you know, not. I'd forgotten how fast things can be made when you go right for the processed crap. Yeah, I know, I'm contributing to health care crisis. I added cocoa powder to the chocolate batch -- apparently it makes it chocolatier. In reality, I misread the directions on the box. I know -- eggs, oil, water and I messed it up. Luckily the icing just required stirring up with the knife. Yeah, this is a cheater Monday night jobby.

Feels like I've been cutting corners a lot of late. A lot of time wondering... am I being more efficient or am I just getting it done. (There are now 47 cupcakes -- odd sort of number 47. I think it's a prime number too if I'm not mistaken. Prime numbers make me uncomfortable. 43... look at it... weird no?) Boredom is what it is I think. I'm looking to mix it up a bit. I think it's time to try new things... for instance this Rainbow Bits icing. That's living on the edge ... new icing. (Odd tasting stuff the "rainbow bits.") One non-stop risk taker I am.

Still the idea of eating rainbows is amusing. That's what November is about, keeping myself amused. And I'm all over the map. Been musing about music... with no bridges:

I bought the new Hawkesley Workman, Los Manlicious -- because I totally fell in love with the Loverboy-esque, tongue and cheek. When You Gonna Flower? (Seriously, all he needs is leather pants.) I haven't listen to the whole disk yet. If it changes my world I'll let you know. Still the track is worth checking out. I see he's in Ottawa next weekend. Hmmmmm....

I've spent a hideous amount of time on emusic.com... all alternative all the time and the downloads are cheap. I feel like I've discovered the independent record store. Now if I could just remember the name of the band Meghan recommended. (Good hair day... no one noticed. Le sigh.) Some sort of fusion, trip hop, house thing. It had a name. I forget what it was. So did the DJ. Used a NIN sample and mixed with something totally not NIN. This bugs me. Should email her,

The family and I were wandering through some sort of nameless, faceless, retail establishment. It was some sort of big box, whether it was groceries or a new car charger for my iPod, I'm not entirely sure. I just remember thinking "Wow, I love this song. I bet I could run to this..." -- it was the Cardigans, My Favourite Game. I haven't tried. But The Boy thinks it's an "odd little song."

Kevin was listening to Front 242... I don't think I've ever heard them sober. Wow... music as place and time. He's got on hell of a cool Last FM list. Nostaligically looking back at Front 242, "First you lock the target...." Thursday nights at 216 looking for that fine line between happily drunk and gone way way way too far. I miss the freedom of that part of my life sometimes. But now has it's advantages. (Fewer hangovers for one, and odds are pretty good I will remember where I am when I wake up.)

The Boy had a stomach virus. There was a lot of vomit then too. Except in our case it was more than likely self-induced. Those quarts did to us every time. Cheap beer and university kids -- classic mix. But the music... remember the music?

"Is this the wide awake song?" The Man said to me.
"This is Bad by U2 off Unforgettable Fire," I said.
"I think it's called Wide Awake," (as if...)
"No. The song is called Bad. Trust me, this is one of my desert island albums."
He checks. I'm right. (As if...)
"Mom, Dad thought he was singing 'I"m running away.' I got it right." (The line is "I'm wide awake"... followed by "I'm not dreaming")
"You did bud.. "
"And they say I have the hearing problem..."

Touché.