I went home for the Father's Day weekend. I probably hadn't been home since coming down to help move my brother to California. I helped do some gardening, and got my dad a copy of the Spamalot soundtrack recording. We'll probably have to go see it if it comes through town, one of a very few musicals I'd ever be able to sit through.
There were some other discs I got: The eponymous Kasabian, Troubled Hubble's Making Beds in a Burning House, Let Go by Nada Surf, Demon Days from Gorillaz, and In Your Honor by Foo Fighters. They're all great discs, and actually my least favorite of the bunch is Demon Days, which is kind of surprising.
I volunteered Monday evening by helping in an after-school study session at a local charter school. It worked out alright, though I'm not sure exactly how helpful I'm supposed to be in that situation (plus some questions were phrased in a way that annoying way where you have to sit and ponder for a long time whether to put down the right answer or the answer you think they want to hear).
That storm was quite something. A bunch of traffic signals got knocked out or into a weird failure mode. A signal along Hiawatha Avenue was blinking red-green-red-green (rather than red-off-red-off), which was pretty wacky. Someone honked in my vicinity at one point, so they must have been thinking it was supposed to be like a ramp meter, but it was going way too fast for that... Idiot points to that guy for getting pissed off at people being cautious at a major intersection.Posted by mike at June 21, 2005 12:58 AM | Family , Music