They played a punk-rock cover of Call Me Maybe during the West Coast Swing hour at dance practice tonight. It was the peanut butter and chocolate of my terrible taste in music.

Only tears can bring a dreamer back to earth: my fortune cookies keep getting weirder.

Before I start work on my Rails app to track video games (a branch of bookoff, of course), I need to make the most critical decision of all: what to call it.

This is important!

I try not to be an ass about spelling (Brian could attest that I’ve mangled my fair share of words), but I can’t help but think poorly of the person who writes that “[this app] has been completely overhalled.”

Halloween AAR: Seventy-odd kids over a period of about two hours. One and one-half bags of Costco candy decimated. Things have definitely changed, now that there are actually people living on my street.

Knee update: my knee is not permanently messed up. The doctor’s best guess is that my leg muscles are all too tight, and pulling on my knee in weird/bad ways. End result: physical therapy. I am thrilled it is not surgery (or, as Brian put it, “going to town with shop tools on your bendy parts”).

Just as I’m feeling tired and broken (had an MRI of my knee yesterday)… my property tax bill arrives.

So happy this last week is over. Simultaneous “fun” at work and home was just too much for me.

On top of that, the pneumatic cylinder in my desk chair busted at the start of the month, meaning that I can’t sit at a height that will let me use my keyboard and mouse without rapidly developing forearm pain. New chair arrives Wednesday; more (perhaps?) then.

I have a newfound respect for people who create product demonstrations. Just that dippy, unpolished video was a total PITA to create… so many things can–and do–go wrong.

There are about ten large birds circling the sky around my house at the moment. Current mood: ill at ease.