I just can’t put myself to bed at a decent hour on a Sunday night.
I don’t have a darned thing to write about, yet here I am, not going to bed. There’s actually a longer piece I’m writing and saving in small bits; twice while I was working on it, my browser shut down and I lost the whole thing, so I’m doing it all over.
I was without wheels for the weekend, which wasn’t such a bad thing. Took the bus to work Saturday and Sunday. Saturday, the bus lurched and the woman standing beside me stumbled, and when I reached out to prevent her hitting the floor, I think I twisted something in my back. It’s a little twitchy back there.
Bruce Cockburn has a new album, which I found out the very day during which I’d earlier spent forty bucks at Amazon.com. Great. So I look it up, and it turns out it’s just a compilation of his instrumentals, plus a few others. This would normally be a huge draw, as I am a monstrous fan of his instrumentals (particularly “When It’s Gone, It’s Gone,” “Train in the Rain,” and “Sunrise on the Mississippi”), but I’m not spending all that money on a bunch of songs I already have. I’m already behind on updating my CDs to the “deluxe” editions, so I think I’ll find out what the new songs are and buy them on iTunes. Oooh, I just looked it up and “Rise and Fall” is one of the anthologized songs — it’s a song that previously was only available on a Japan-only release.
HawaiiDiner.com recently did a cheeseburger quest, and one of the top finishers was the monster cheeseburger (it’s a half-pounder) at New Diner’s Drive-In. I eat there all the time, because it’s convenient (5 minutes driving and open 24 hours) and when you know what to get, it’s quite good (roast pork or loco moco). So this weekend I tried the monster cheeseburger, and it was very good. However, I have two problems with it. First, is it that much more expensive per burger to use real mayo and real cheddar? That gross white stuff they slather on a burger in place of mayo is nasty, and while that fake cheese stuff is okay, it’s not nearly as good as a real slice of cheese. Otherwise, you could do a lot worse for $4.50. Make sure you ask for a knife, ’cause you’ll want to saw it in half.
That’s it. That’s enough. I have to get to bed.
Only twenty-nine more years ’til retirement.