I had a strange dream about Trent Reznor, and now I can't stop thinking about him.
Maybe it's a sign that I should finally learn a cover of Closer. Although, regardless the extent of my potty mouth, I think that would push the indie folk envelope just a touch. Or maybe not. What would you make of a lady with a banjo singing "I want to fuck you like an animal" ? Obviously I wouldn't break that out at the family shows...
Funny, but since we got Mordichai, I have bought more meat in one week than I have ever bought in my life. Right now he's chewing on some beef bone thing, and the smell is making me nauseous. I don't even want to think about what's going to happen when he starts eating those nasty-ass chicken necks. Ugh. Grossness. Luckily my Better Half has been kind enough to prepare the ickier aspects of Morty's diet for me.
There are a lot of movies out right now that I want to see, but I don't know when I'm going to be able to see them. This week is full of rehearsals and vet appointments. Hopefully I can squeeze in a couple hours of movie time somewhere. Is it bad that I'm already all geeked out for the next Harry Potter movie? I don't think it's even out until November.
I was going to post a non-Morty picture, but, uh, I don't have one. Everything I've taken in the past week has a puppy in it. So.... Here's another (slightly fuzzy) puppy picture!