I have the great, giddy last-day-of-school feeling tonight. Tomorrow is the last day at work before my 17-day, in-town vacation. Air hockey for all!
The photo show is in a week. I spraymounted a few of my prints to the posters that Eric designed and everyone else printed last week. They look pretty good. If you live in Austin, you should come to End of an Ear on South First next Saturday evening to drink free beer and Tito's vodka punch and see some pictures.
Rooroo is moving out this weekend. We're just going to eat the extra rent and turn newly freed bedroom into an office/studio; I'm feeling far too old and cranky to have to adjust to a new housemate now.
I've shared a house with Roo on and off--mostly on--since 1998, and while I'm glad he's going to have his own space for the first time, like, ever, I'm wondering whom I'm supposed to mock for leaving just a quarter of a shot of liquor in the bottle or scream at the TV with during presidential addresses. (Cue Chicago's "If You Leave Me Now." Or New Kids on the Block's "Please Don't Go Girl." Or "How Cool Will it Be to Have an Office-Slash-Studio in My House?" (trad.).)
Daniel Johnston is on the radio right now. I sometimes wonder why I don't have any Daniel Johnston, but I think it's the kind of music that's better to be pleasantly surprised by than deliberately played. Except, ugh, now some wanky-bad guitar solo is on the same station. Maybe it's not so great to be pleasantly surprised by a Daniel Johnston song if that means you have to be molested by wanky-bad guitar immediately after. Mixed bag, community radio.
I thought I had more, but my sister came over and I lost my train of thought after a few games of Uno and a John Larroquette movie on Lifetime Movie Network turned my brains into delicious chowder. Sad, I know. What on earth are you going to do now?