Whats to say? Fathers Day was a bust. The mood on here is subdued to frustrated since the news of our impending doom as a crew and operation. Most of us are not looking forward to being scattered to the four winds. Noneltheless, work progresses much as it always has.
It is hurricane season. This means checking the weather once, or twice a day. I checked several sources, relying mainly on NOAA's National Hurricane Center and there are no tropical storms heading this way, with six tropical waves currently being tracked, none looking especially promising at this time. Check.
Completed laundry. Check.
Surfed blogs and news. Check.
Surfed for tattoo ideas and new houses. Check.
Boredom has officially set in...
Go see FTTW. I suck as usual, but Ian has a great book suggestion, Cullen has rounded out his list of the 25 greatest metal albums with some of my favorites, Branden and Johnny offer up some great stories! If you haven't looked around carefully, you will also find great recipies, a web comic strip, music and book reviews and sports columns, to boot.
/Ben Folds is rockin the suburbs and I sometimes wonder if I am not, in fact, the brick.