Tiny Universe
I’m fighting a cold. Normally I might let it win for a while, take a day off and surrender to the kleenex kingdom and just let it run its course. But the work demands are still heavy and I don’t have time just yet to allow the cold to take hold. So my plan is to just ignore its presence. Like punishing a small child, I will not even acknowledge its pestering and whining. Mr. Cold you are dead to me. You don’t even exist. I think the cold came on this weekend while I was engrossed in the ugly task of putting up storm windows on the house. The task was made even more unpleasant by an odd and inconsistent numbering system that the previous dwellers had used to designate which storm window belonged to its corresponding window frame. Each window had anywhere from two to four numbers on it and sometimes conflicting placement instructions – like, “livingroom south/southeast” and “second bedroom left”. After much trial and error, it turned out that the roman numerals were the most accurate indicator of where to put the correct window. However, the individual who decided on this schema needs to go back to roman numeral school for there were many incidents where the window frame was marked inconsistently. A window frame would be marked with the correct roman numeral for ‘four’ (IV) and then the corresponding window would be marked with an incorrect variation (IIII). Deeply frustrating.

This weekend I saw the movie Elf and enjoyed it quite a bit. Just like School of Rock was a perfect vehicle for Jack Black, Elf is the same for Will Farrell. And speaking of Jack Black, I got the Tenacious D DVD and watched all the old HBO episodes again.
So, I guess besides the frustration with the storm windows it was a weekend filled with comedy. Saturday night, I traveled down to the Avenue and caught Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe. Good funk with a decent bit of rock. One of those great shows where the musicians are so tight and the virtuosity is groovin’ at such a high level that even after a two hour set you want them to just keep the funk train moving.