For no specific reason, but probably brought on by wandering at lunchtime through the deranged costume shop that is Anthropologie, I decided that I am against two styles of footwear, namely that made of:

1. Denim; or


2. Tapestry fabric.

I apologize if you have a love of these types of shoes, or boots, as the case may be.

I always have to apologize after stating my ridiculous opinions. Yesterday, after a couple of Mystery Elixir cocktails with Becky, I ranted about how much I can't stand Jimmy Buffett before pausing to apologize in case she was a fan. Which she is not. My apology actually distressed her more than my rant, I think, and I can totally see why.

Today is a day of no particular import, so to celebrate and commemorate that, I will post the following photo of myself, myself, my glamorous self (see illustration):

ILLUSTRATION

It was taken at my band's show last week by our friend Canon, and is sufficiently glow-y and fuzzy to make me look actually kind of dynamic. I'm going to request that all my pictures be taken this way in the future, for maximum hottness. It's easier than setting my hair on fire. As I understand it.

And I will admit to feeling a slight amount of the blahs over the realization that today is Monday, when our band would usually practice, the first Monday following our drummer Rocksteady's departure. It is a sad day in Strange Birdland.

A moment of reverence, everyone, for Rocksteady (who is not daid, just relocated to San Diego, but we miss him).

Star of the day. . .Hoyt Axton