It's a crappy, rainy day here in Marquette today, a perfect day to play some tunes, stare at the gray sky, and contemplate the frailty of human existence/make some dick jokes. Unfortunately, my white collar has become electrified this week (although thankfully not explosive), so I need to pay The Man his dues today.
Despite the workload, things are good. We have an offer (albeit a crappy one) on the house, and more people coming to look at it. Libby grows more adorable daily, although I had not one but two dreams this week about confronting her about her pot smoking (as a teenager, not as a toddler, which would have been kind of awesome). And today's weather notwithstanding, the weather gods in Marquette have definitely smiled upon us this year. Who says blood sacrifices don't work?
However, this doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. I saw a great question on Facebook this week: what's the best opening track on an album? My answer was super obvious but I had to be honest -- not even my beloved Rush gets me as pumped as this does:
Hit me with your nominees, and have a good weekend.