Refinishing (or should I say re-Finnishing) furniture. Last week, I went from owning a totally forgettable bug-brown dresser to being the proud princess who keeps her knickers in the most handsomely detailed cream-red-and-rust luxury bureau this side of Bedford (see picture to left). No more furtive comments of "Hey, uh, are those underwear?" from my embarrassed guests! All the dessous will be obscured as they should be, and all will be right in Bushwick.
The Mountain Goats - Satanic Messiah EP. Listening to this now; subdued, beautiful, anxious. And totally bitchin' diabolical cover art. I bought the physical copy, but you can download it here for whatever amount of $$$ you want. Speaking of the Mtn Goats -- Rohin and I went to the show some days ago; and you can read his brief writeup here. I think he needs a new photographer, though. (Thanks a lot, digi.)
Cordial cherries. I just finished a box. Ok, Garrett helped. But they were the really icky, syrupy, artificial kind -- in my opinion, the only worthwhile ones. $1.69 for like, twelve maraschinos covered in straight corn syrup. It's like a party. Eating these things is like a really tacky party in a ramshackle basement, at which I'm gleefully getting hammered from buckets of bottom shelf booze punch.