Well, There It Is.

I went to a Yankees game with the office today. Rather, I went with the people from the office. We left before the end of the game, at which point the score was 8-1 in favor of the Orioles. The Yanks ended up losing 10-3. I thought the Yankees were supposed to be a good team. Karma?

The only thing really keeping the ball game interesting was that we happened to sit in a section of the “Tier” where most of the foul balls hit by right-handed hitters went. People all around us went home with a free, round souvenir.

I am home from Maryland. I spent yesterday and today with [DELETED] (who mentions to me that I don’t write about her enough) meeting with [DELETED]. There’s no need to bore you with work-related details, but we did have some time after meetings on Sunday night to go see Shrek (Official Site Here). It was a cute movie.

It was a little windy, but otherwise the weather was beautiful. The landscape also was very nice. It was a nice change to get away from New Jersey, the land of flatness, humidity and overpopulation.

Also, I had a weird dream last night (early this morning), which I wrote about here.

I just got back from Elmer, New Jersey, the site of the Appel Farm Arts and Music Fest. The performers included Dar Williams, Erin McKeown and Lucida Williams. Luckilly, we missed the downpouring–but we had to deal with a little drizzle and a lot of mud. Alissa showed up with Angie, Scott and Shauna. I went down to the concert with Ali and Jim, and Becky arrived a little later. Everyone got along really well. Even though we could not see the stage from where we were sitting, and the speakers in front of us cut out several times during the show, we had a great time. Scott had his digital camera so maybe he’ll email me some of the pictures he took. Unfortunately, I forgot my own camera this year.

Live music is always a great experience–never pass up the opportunity to go to a good concert.

I didn’t see Moulin Rouge tonight. Instead, Ali, Jim and I rented Best in Show, from the guys who brought you Waiting For Guffman and Spinal Tap. It was almost very funny–I would place it somewhere between “funny a lot” and “very funny.”

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me–I’m a real live wire.

In a desperate attempt to maintain a life, Spike has sort of made plans for the weekend. On Friday night, he is probably going to see Moulin Rouge. Spike covertly and inadvertently switches from third to first person. Saturday I’ll be spending time near Cowtown, New Jersey at the Appel Farm Arts and Music Festival, seeing the likes of Dar Williams, Erin McKeown, and probably some other performers. And what of Sunday, you ask? (Well, maybe you didn’t, so I asked for you.) I’ll be going to Maryland for some work-related stuff. Band parents and stadiums and whatnot.

Did you know there is Whatnot in Maryland? You learn something new every day.

So what are your plans for the weekend? Everybody answers this time. I want to know what’s going on in your life; I grow ever weary of writing about mine without knowing what my readers are up to.

You can’t actually see my current home in this picture, because the aerial photograph was taken before the development was conceived. You can see my old Cranbury Manor abode in this one, though. Here’s a 1995 aerial view of where I work. I’m still looking for a site with live, real-time Geological Survey satellite maps, but I might have to wait a few years for that.

Please stop emailing me that “virus warning.” The SULFNBK “Virus” is a Hoax. Read about it here. Here’s a word of advice for some: If you get an email warning you about a virus, always look it up on McAfee’s Virus Information Library before mass emailing it to everyone in your email address book. Hoaxes are just as infectuous as viruses, but only because users willingly spread it.

While you’re at it, let’s stop the email petitions, too. They’re worthless. Educate yourself about internet “urban legends.”

Darren noted what I thought was one of the most important quotes from a book I gave him to read.

It’s Monday afternoon now, and I’m sitting here listening to the recording of the Memorial Brass concert. [DELETED]