In which my luncheon over at El Sombrero has left me overfull and sleepy.

Work: My employer publishes an online newsletter each month, and all the employees write little articles for it. I chose to write my article for May on blacklists. Did you know that during the last quarter of 2007, an estimated 95% of email traffic was spam? Ninety-five percent!

Someone’s paying for all that stolen bandwidth, and I bet they’re pissed.

Food: I just had a cheese & onion enchilada with rice and beans for lunch. So good. So high-calorie. So awesome.

That has nothing to do with anything, really… except maybe deliciousness.

Dog: Bindu’s appointment has been rescheduled for Monday. I wrote it down wrong and went yesterday morning but there was no vet available to see us. I hope she’s just old and fat, and not truly sick.

Band: I went to open mic last night, and outside in the beer garden had the obligatory “How much do you really care about this band?” discussion with the guitar player.

I’ve had this conversation with at least one member of every single solitary band I’ve ever been in. I’m not sure how my showing up at practice, sitting in at gigs, and being totally gung-ho in general causes other musicians to wonder if I’m committed or not. I’ve been playing for twenty years and never made a living at it, but I’m still doing it: does that fact not speak for itself?

He was nice enough about it, and I suppose considering how much work he does booking gigs he deserves to feel proprietary, but through no fault of his own I’ve just had that talk too many times and it bugged me. (I mean, would it be terribly bitchy to point out that despite the earnestness of The Talk, none of those other bands still exist?)

Books: I finished this last night. Brilliant, transcendent, gorgeous. I love Kay.

Movies: I’ve had a Netflix vid that I haven’t watched in a month. I think it’s three episodes of Doctor Who.

Weather: See this? ‘Nuff said.