Right now I'm going to take my tea and my book out to the porch and watch the dog chase squirrels and robins out of the yard.
I figured out why I really like this one Arcade Fire song, when I can't tell most of the others apart* despite finding the general concept of the band awesome**. It's that Reality-era Bowie influence.
(This especially amuses me because I first heard of Arcade Fire because Bowie was pimpin' them all over NYC and the internets, which was long enough ago now that I still tend to refer to them as "The Arcade Fire" unless I go back and edit myself. Which made me very much want to like them, and I never quite could despite repeated attempts****. I suspect I need to give this whole album a chance to grow on me.)
Teacup today: Baroque green one that has a lid somewhere.
Tea today: Upton's Tindharia Estate Darjeeling FTGFOP1 CL*****
tl;dr: Here's a picture of a very smug cat********:
*This is a common affliction with me: the Spin Doctors have "Cleopatra's Cat" and then all those other songs.
**Long ago, and probably heavily influenced by War for the Oaks and Twisting the Rope, I was working on a novel revolving around a group of musicians too big to be a punk band, and without enough of a horn section to qualify for ska***. Nothing ever came of it, but hey, Arcade Fire. Successful life imitates failed art, in this case.
***The band name in that case was Nyx. I don't remember what the spec element was supposed to be.
****I have also failed to like Nick Cave and Garnet Rogers, among others.
*****"Finest Tippy Golden Flowery Orange Pekoe 1st flush CLonal (I did not actually have to look that up. Oh dear.)******
******Once you get started with a good run of footnotes, it's hard to know when to stop. I'm sure Hunter S. Thompson would agree.
********The Very Large Object, my roomie's cat.