  Oh my God, urlLink this the COOLEST blender that I've ever seen. I think I have a new pet. My mom was fishing her fish out of the pond in our front yard today because it's supposed to get really cold tonight and she has to fish them out anyway because if she leaves them in there over the winter they'll die. Anyway, she found what she thought was a small lobster. She said I could keep it as a pet. It was much too small to boil anyway. I was going to name it "Rock" (as in Rock Lobster, a song by the B-52's) or "Pinchy" (because there was an episode of the Simpsons where they kept a pet lobster and thanks to Eric, an expert of the Simpsons, I figured out that they named it "Pinchy").
So, later on, when I was looking up care instructions, it dawned on me. Lobsters live in salt water. This could not be a lobster. It had to be a crayfish, a BIG crayfish. So anyway, now "Rock" is out of the running because it's no longer funny.
("Rock" crayfish... umm... no) I might name it "Marron", despite the fact that i'm not sure if it's a Marron or a Yabbie or whatever breed, but after the very bishi character Marron from Bakaretsu Hunters. I still don't know. How about "Krusty" the crustacean? I'm not even sure if i'm keeping it, so you know... Since I have virtually no music at all anymore (pretty much all the music on this computer belongs to Kate), Jenny has been kind enough to give me the hook up and to "share" some of her music with me. She's sent me quite a bit of the Cure and the Smiths and I'm not sure if it's depressing me more or just making more aware of my depression. I think it's the latter. It's really sad when you hear Morrisey describing the details of your life through song. She sent me some Clash and some Femmes too, but lately the really depressing stuff has been more appealing to me lately. Well, that's not completely true... I can really associate with the sexual angst of the Femmes and as for the Clash (most of what she sent me was sell-out Clash) I can't help thinking of Brian Bell and it's always fun to tease Jenny about him. Then again, whenever I hear Morrisey's voice I think of that really creepy dead on impression Matt Sharp did of him at the Schuba's show in Chicago last November.
Matt is my hero (even though that has absolutely nothing to do with his numerous impressions)! I wish I had a burner that worked so I could listen to all the music she sent me at work. I don't like it getting quiet at work, especially when I'm closing. Closing is scawwwy. 
