Big Hands
Sorry dudes. I’ve been doing out of towning things this weekend, which places one at reasonably reasonable distances from “keyboards” and “internets” and other vital blogging artifacts. We did not manage to play the building, this time around, but did succeed in getting delicious gelato (via L’Arte Del Gelato), Thai (via Won Dee Siam II, which we went to accidentally), Italian (via Luzzo’s) and lots of chocolate brioches and croissants (via Silver Moon Bakery). We also did clothes shopping and had a picnic in central park. I drove back at 6:00am this morning and still managed to make it into work before my flatmate.
How have you been since I’ve been gone, dear reader?
One in-absentia type tidbit is the minor buzz over a certain youtubified comedy routine “Rachmaninov Had Big Hands“. It’s fairly amusing but only gets a puny text link here instead of glorious embedding because it appears that they in fact ripped off the following routine:
So, you know, you’re not allowed to find their remake funny anymore. That’s in the rules of teh internets.
Right, off to bed for me. I’m glad I don’t have to commute from NYC every day. I-80 is boring.
