- A movie review of the Rolling Stones' infamous movie, the banned one
- A movie review of Tom Waits' lost classic, Big Time
- A full rave review of one of my favorite albums of all time, Verbow's White Out
- A quick photo essay of some of the cooler items in my music collection
- More album reviews of classics you should know about
On the personal front...
Today was my first day back at work after my son's surgery. It wasn't the worst in the world to get back into the swing of things: I had to set up a workstation (under less-than-ideal data recovery conditions) or the owner of a marketing agency whose laptop had been stolen. I had to get a software quote for another client. And I started running a common free software inventory program for a law firm client of ours. Same ol' same ol', I guess. The highlight of the evening (aside from spending time with my family, of course) was when I picked up my daughter from the daycare that she and my son go to, two of the little girls who attend with my son asked in all seriousness how my son was doing. These 5-year-old girls really really care about how my son is doing, and even wrote him some get-well-soon cards. That's the sweetest thing, that my son has so many people that he comes in contact with concerned about his well-being. He must be doing something right; it's cool to see that some of the rest of the world agrees with me that he's a great kid. He is coming along well; it appears that possibly the way he is expressing that he's in pain is by becoming restless and rambunctious. Or maybe the restlessness/rambunctiousness is just another manifestation that he's a 5-year-old, and even 5-year-olds with hip issues feel the need to jump around, or at least try to. Little Dude, ya gotta lay off the jumping; it's not good for your hip. There will be more than enough time to jump around once this hip brace is off.