David has been cursing from the kitchen this evening. Little bursts of oddly personal swearing accompanied by the tiny rain-like clatter of LED lights falling to the floor. He bought them on our walk home and has been pinning them up into the crease where the walls meet the ceiling in the kitchen, something I’ve been meaning to do for months, since I put the mirrors up, but never managed to financially justify. I think it will be pretty when it’s done, in the usual way muted lights sort of always are, like unobtrusively holding hands with someone you bravely love.
Me, I’m tinkering with my computer while catching up on Penn Says, Penn Jillette’s Sony-funded personal video blag, sincerely one of my favourite things on the internet. It’s not something I check on daily, like Sorry-Mom (I bang the worst dudes), but it makes me continually happy, so much so that I’ve made sure to pop in at least once a month since he started it over a year ago to listen to everything he posts. He’s intelligent, funny, and classically cynical, (and self-mocking), while remaining just unique enough I don’t agree with everything he says, a devastating mixture of traits I can only find attractive.
