Mid-Year Resolution

That's it. No more long posts like the two below. I don't like reading them, so why should I assume that other people do as well? Instead they will be broken into smaller more digestable chunks, like when dear ol' Ma used to cut up my porkchop at dinner time.

I will say this for the time being though:

Sigur Ros rules.

Wes Anderson rules.

English Breakfast tea rules.

There. I've had my fix, and it's in a teensy little package. This must be how people get addicted to crack, or smack, or whatever the kids are calling it these days.

p.s. I found out today that I share a birthday with Anton Chekov. Premonition of greatness? I don't see a single reason to doubt it.