For some reason I'm having a hard time forming cohesive sentences today, so I'm just gonna cop out with the bulleted listo.
One of the funnier sentences I've read lately (thanks, Ninja!): Paradox: easter eggs become devilled eggs.
Where has Godspeed You Black Emperor been all my life?
I'm starting a new band called "Perforated Bison." While I can't remember what the album name is or the first single title for that matter, I do recall that the second single is called "Easter Burrito." (Help? Refresher?)
Speaking of Easter, Easter week at church rocked. Maundy Thursday is such a kick-ass service... male schola doing some phatty chant, awesome music, punchy giddy singers. Easter Vigil went really well, too: all sung/read by candlelight. Easter Sunday service was full of great music, and I think we sounded pretty killah. And on Sunday, there was the infamous bunny thing.
Me and Angel
Matt "General Custer" Hearn
I was kinda torn as to whether I was going to go up to Jersey to hang with the fam for Easter. I was so exhausted with all of the easter week singing, Little Shop rehearsals, DMV adventures and ninjafolly that I thought it might be nice to sit in my PJs all day and be left the heck alone. But ya know, after church on Sunday I started craving the spiral ham (that sounds like a euphemism for something, no?) so I decided to make the trek. I didn't get up there until about 3:30, but I saw a really good dog along the way and I followed him up 295 for the majority of my trip, so that brought me total joy.
When I got to Chez Knapp, they were just starting to eat dinner (whew-- got to miss the always uncomfortable "who will say grace" table scan as the godless heathens shrink in their seats praying they don't get called upon by Catholic Mom-Lady), so I chowed down with the fam and a good time was had by all. After dinner, my brother started digging through the old videotapes by my folks' TV and found some rather fasincating items from the Knapp Archive... various marching band competitions from high school, his The Zoo Story video project, my (gulp) senior prom and project graduation video; it was very odd sashaying down that particular avenue of Memory Lane. I've gotta say, it wasn't quiiiiiiiiite as painful as I had expected it to be. Certainly wasn't pretty, but it could have been much much worse.
Spent some quality time with Molly and Jack playing hide and seek, making mosaic/handprint stepping stones (got this cool kit from Red Envelope), and nuking Marshmallow Peeps:
Oh hey, another reason why Orkut rules. My Orkut-pal Jim from Seattle (Issaquah, actually) randomly mailed me some amazing salsa for my birthday from Salsa de Rosa (warning, annoying music when you open the page... but damn good salsa when you open the package!). Jim sent me a container of the Medium, and a sampler package of their mild, hot and extra-hot. I tried them all, and dare I say that all of the containers are gone already. I honestly think I'm addicted to salsa. I can't believe I ate all of that already. I promised myself I'd savor it... no such self-control. But I think I'll be buying more stuff from them. In the meantime though, Trader Joe's is gonna have to do.
I think we can all pretty much acknowledge I have a SERIOUS salsa problem if some dude I've never met from in Issaquah, Washington knows about my addiction and actually takes action to help remedy (or encourage?) it.
I'm very excited for the fun weekend coming up.. my birthday pie's 3rd birthday party, Knappuccino's on Saturday, la la la. I gotta hit the store one of these days and get crackin' on buying stuff.
My home page hasn't changed since the day I put it up back in 1996. I think it's time for a facelift, don't you think? I'm so damn uncreative that I'm having a very hard time coming up with new aesthetically-pleasing ideas. Maybe I can swindle the very talented Roblet-o to take a stab at a new look.
My camera-phone has been getting quite the workout lately. I received this picture message on my phone yesterday, and I have no idea what it is. I think it's from Danielle, but I'm not even completely sure. Help??
I slept at my folks' place last night as I was too sleepy and tryptophaned up (down?) to trek home. It felt good to sleep in my little high-school twin bed. It's actually muy comfortable... though the last time I was there for any length of time I was recovering from my fun abdmoninal surgery, so I lately tend to associate the the room with ow ow ow ow ow. Maybe I should, uh, I dunno, toss out the ill-person reminders in the room, like the luscious wound-care pamphlet? That would probably help.
I find myself missing distant ninjas.
I have no idea what cool thing to get my brother for his birthday.
When I was driving up to NJ on Sunday, I was unabashedly singing at the top of my lungs in my car when I sensed someone looking at me from the next car... it was Nick, the dude who is playing Seymour in Little Shop. I rationalized my initial embarrassment by reminding myself that he has seen me make those silly "singing really loud" faces before. :-D
I ate a Sausage McMuffin with egg and cheese this morning on the drive down to DE from NJ (OK, I lied, I ate two), and I gotta tell you. I don't think I've eaten such a thing since like July of last year. So damn tasty, I'm so ashamed to admit...
La la la... my brother and Brian Marshall are taking the last 20-minute set for Covers Night at Knappuccino's next month. Rock!
My boss emailed me this afternoon to tell me that my contract has been officially extended until June 30th. This is a great thing, though it may force me to push my roadtrip back until July. I'm starting a new project and the big deliverable date is early June, so I can't very well be away for that. Tomorrow I have to (*gasp!*) go to the office and talk to him about the details... he's gonna be in Wilmington this week.
To celebrate my extended home-based employment, I'm buying a new coffeepot. [Woo! How's that for exciting, blog-worthy news! You heard it here, folks!] My 'rents have this cool coffeemaker that brews one kick-arse travel mug of coffee... it's exactly the right size for one person who likes one wonkin' cup at a time. I find that if I try to make just one or two cups of joe using my 10-cup Mr. Coffee thing, the coffee always winds up tasting like chuck... I can't seem to get the ratios just right unless I make a full 10 cups. Wasteful. So, I will put my lerrge-capatchity Mr. Coffee away and will instead use my new happy Black and Decker Single Serving Coffeemaker for the Bachelor/ette Loser when it arrives in a few days. Oh, how I love Amazon One Click...
Got my federal tax refund today. What fun thing to do? Scheming must start imminently.