my life is a thrilling life

Joss Whedon directed my dreams this morning.  How do I know?  My dream had credits.  Yes, movie-style credits.  My dream had been going in an increasingly bad direction when the credits started - perhaps signaling my  body to wake itself up.  Yay! Good job body!  Also good because apparently half my power went out around 2:00 am including the power to my alarm clock.  Seriously, the credits rolled at 7:00 am and I woke to my flashing, not exactly working properly, clock.

In other mundane news, I had a wonderful bus driver this morning.  He was listening to J-rock music (specifically at one point the Pillow's "Ride on Shooting Star" - Yay!) loud enough for the whole bus to hear.  I only wish that he was our full-time guy and not just a temporary replacement for the usual grump.

Another record shattered

I almost had a heart attack when I passed a gas station yesterday and saw the price for a regular gallon was 3.45!  According to the local business rag, "blame the price increases on refinery production, which has been down in the state this spring."  Bastards.  That means there is no good reason for me to be paying such stupid prices.  Just the usual greed of my favorite petroleum companies.  Bastards.

I finally listened to the Dandy Warhol's "Black album".  It includes a cover of one of my favorite Gordon Lightfoot songs (don't laugh, I adore Gordon Lightfoot!) - the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.  My ears hurt...