Michelle, my bell, Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday day, Wednesday day.

It was briefly sunny around noon, so I went and sunbathed for a while. That's pretty decadent and ridiculous, I know. Maybe instead of "sunbathed" I should say, "napped in the sun", but that sounds dermatologically irresponsible.

Having the house to myself today, I took the opportunity to re-enact Kenny G's graveyard photo (minus the graveyard).
http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~wh/webcasts/goldsmith.html
While looking for that photo I found
http://www.epc.buffalo.edu/authors/goldsmith/works/
head_citations.html
Oh, that Kenny G.

And now it occurs to me that by linking to pages about him, I've spread him around even more and he'd love it.

In theory I should be getting to bed earlier than 3:30 a.m., but on Thursday the Alan Smithee version of David Lynch's "Dune" was on tv, and then on Friday I was having a nice chat where I proceeded to put my foot in mouth regarding at least five topics, and I think maybe I was going for a personal record and couldn't stop. Also, the chat was nice, so there's that.

Rocket man, burning up like cheese and pheromones.