Last night I went to see Anvil. They’ve been around and unknown for some thirty years until a documentary brought them fame at fifty. I haven’t seen the movie. Steve “Lips” Kudlow said at the show that metal was a timeless music and would never go away “because people have never heard of it.”
I’m dog-sitting this week. The dog must be walked, which really brings it home how little I am in charge of my cats. With their auto-feeder and auto-litter, they are more like roommates who barf on my floor. (I had a human roommate who would do this.) The dog likes to get its little paws muddy and smell found turds, which is unlike any roommate I have ever had. I do like walking the dog because it allows me the chance to be neighborly and wave at joggers and people in cars.
Today I’m looking through Joyce Carol Oates’s bibliography to find the work with the funniest name. She has written approximately seven hundred novels. So far the winner is After the Wreck, I Picked Myself Up, Spread My Wings, and Flew Away. That’s a cool title and it’s for a YA novel. I love Joyce Carol Oates. I would ask her to move in with me but she would get up at four in the morning to walk the dog and they would both come back covered in brambles, needing to get hosed off.
I made some breakfast rolls from last night’s dinner roll dough (so transformed with a cinnamon/sugar/butter glaze). They came out okay but the dough could have stood to rise more. Maybe I proofed the yeast too long. It is taking me a long time to figure bread out.
