Bang and Whimper

I’ve been meaning for months to put up a link to Wil Wheaton’s site. You may remember Wil as one of the kids from Stand By Me, or as Wesley Crusher from Star Trek: The Next Generation, but it turns out that nowadays ol’ Uncle Willie keeps himself extra busy by, among other things, maintaining his own website. And it also turns out that Wil Wheaton is one cool kid. Seriously. Check out the site and tell me he isn’t farking cool.

NP: Stars, The Aspidistra Flies

What a drag. I’m finally feeling up to some real physical activity after having surgery on my shoulder/back on Tuesday, so my roommate and I went to the gym today to do a bit of climbing at the wall (I was looking forward to trying out my new harness). As luck (ever my friend) would have it, the wall was closed. It was also closed last weekend, so I haven’t done any climbing in over a week. My strength is waning, I’m beginning to lose my balance, my focus, my fearlessness, and all those qualities I have been cultivating to make me the ultimate climbing machine I was last week before the surgery. Now, I’m sure, I’m back to being a novice.

I popped up to NYC Friday to see a good friend who’s getting married in June. She lives in England now, but was on a layover on her way back to Colorado, where the wedding will occur. I drove into the city Friday morning and miraculously found parking on 57th St. We tooled around Central Park for an hour or two and walked down to the Russian Vodka Room. It wasn’t open yet, so we had some coffee and a cannoli at a non-Starbucks™ (dear lard, Starbucks™ is everywhere in NYC!) to pass the time. We then had some deliciously wonderful flavored vodkas at the ol’ RVR and called it a day. And what a day it was…I love NYC.

NP: Belle and Sebastian, If You’re Feeling Sinister