Good things about this weekend:
Franz Ferdinand show
Eleni Mandell show
Satisfying my consumer lust via the following purchases:

• We Owe You Nothing: Punk Planet, The Collected Interviews


• I Am the World Trade Center: The Cover Up


• Eleni Mandell: Yes, Maybe


• The French Kicks: One Time Bells

Also:
the Sopranos finale
The Detroit Pistons reminding the Lakers (and the rest of the world) that they are also playing this game. In fact, last night they seemed to be the only team actually playing.
Four - count 'em four - slices of incredibly cheesy goodness pizza from North Beach Pizza on Haight

Things that annoyed me this weekend:
Excessive coverage of Reagan's death. I was most annoyed when a CNN correspondant, reporting from Paris where Bush was commemorating D-Day, informed us that CNN would keep us abreast of "this developing story."
Hello. He's dead - how much more dead can he get? And not only is he dead, but he's dead because he was 93 and he had Alzheimers.
No disrespect for the dearly-departed is intended...but sweet jesus people, get a grip.
Also:
The ABC commentators - particularly Al Michaels - during the Pistons/Lakers game. It wasn't until the end of the game that they seemed to notice that there was a second team on the court. A second team that was winning.
Also:
Not getting enough sleep. Couldn't sleep for anything last night. It was warm and the bedroom felt stuffy despite the two fans and open window. Waking up this morning was difficult. The eyes hurt, the head hurt, the mood was sour -- until I heard some cheesy CD commercial during the morning news -for one of those pop song CD comps. They started playing that horrid playing that horrid Barbie Girl song and suddenly, without thinking, I did a little shimmy along to the chorus - and completely horrified Cory.

Me: Oh, sorry
Cory: You should be...don't do that again.

Still...it did help the mood...that and the gallons of black coffee...

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Less than a week til we take off for NYC...can't wait to get the hell outta Sacto...