I have been having lots of baths this past month - that cast iron holds the heat beautifully and the sloping back is so comfortable.  When I'm in it I always feel like I should be wearing a Stetson and smoking a cheroot with a glass of whiskey nearby and not, in reality, swathed in lavender-scented bubbles.

Now I did do a summer bathroom reno and put in a new (antique) clawfoot tub and beadboard wainscotting in our cramped bathroom.  It's looking much nicer, still needs some trim, but GODDAM getting a cast-iron tub up a narrow stairwell had me pissing blood for days.

Roast pork loin is good, though generic.

From the socket of Davis?

There is little that sucks more than depression - it just makes everything in life that much worse.

If my house burns to the ground I should be able to redecorate using the insurance money.

Been rereading Sacks' Musicophilia, so I tracked the songs I've had playing in my head in the past week:
- Daft Punk, Get Lucky
- Falco, Der Kommissar
- Men Without Hats, I Like
- The Go-Gos, Our Lips are Sealed
- Eric the Half-a-Bee
- that Bacon Pancake song

Watched half of episode 2 but got sidetracked with conversations.  Don't think we'll be watching any more.

@avclub-c255c05246a081654a0267cbb725f5a7:disqus It's been what, 30 years since that came out?  And I still accept "CARROST" as a valid word in Scrabble.

I spent an overnight trip through Canada playing poker in the bar car with an ex-paratrooper and a Quebecois communist.  It was a very interesting evening.

The school I went to in Halifax as a child had a mass grave on in front of it.

There's a long and glorious tradition about kids complaining about learning Canadian history in school.  When my daughter started complaining about it, I knew the circle was complete.

That's the only exercise some people get.

Moose are crazy, just batshit insane in rutting season.  I'd rather go up against a bear in most circumstances.

@avclub-c255c05246a081654a0267cbb725f5a7:disqus Why don't you go join some … shake'n rock'n roll band!

When I was a teenager we were constantly looking for a cafe to hang out in that we could dub "Zom Zoms".

This group were actually really nice, friendly people.  There weren't any asshats, except maybe me…

Same with my daughter.  She had doubts from the beginning - she worked out that the guy in the mall wasn't really Santa and started with the questions and we didn't want to lie.

Still one of my favourite albums.

I assume you mean "among" because it was on Replicas.