In my inbox today I found not only a complete replacement of my 30th birthday CD that wad birthed from his loins lo, so many years ago, but with upgrades and additions! Rube and I have already blasted “Ultimate Sin” and the Stroke 9 song, which I found hilarious and most appropriate (I do! I do!) (The Night Ranger was of my own doing, however. Shutup). The 12-inch Ministry might make my head explode, but that’s a risk I shall happily assume, along with thinking of the venerable Blood Bubble and how he looked like death when I saw him on St. Pat’s last year. (*There’s* a name for you, right?) So thank you, thank you, thank you! Now, if I just had something to put it all in and take it with me ... (sigh) Also, where the hell are you off to, wad, and do I know who it is?

Got my first churchin’ of the year in this morning, just not of the Catholic variety: The annual ecumenical Emancipation Proclamation service at church on G.I.’s west side, where they brought in Imam W.D. Muhammad, son of Elijah, the Nation of Islam guy. Good talk. Still not sure where he was going with the history of Islam and how it relates to the emancipation, but it was the first time a Muslim has ever keynoted one of these services, so it doesn’t have to make sense, I reckon. Still, I enjoyed it, even sluggish on cheap, cheap champers that was sweet instead of dry, exactly how I like it.

There might be more musings later if I can be arsed.