Another anthological entry. I should really just do smaller posts more often. I am too much with the procrastination. You know what they say though - hard work might pay off eventually, but procrastination pays off right now. - - - - - First: my dear, dear friend Andy has just released a record: Tiny Problems. I've known Andy since we were both unemployed 10th graders trying to amuse ourselves, and get by in Franklin Mass in general, and in gym class in specific - that's almost 20 years (!!!) - and in all that time I've never met a better musician. For reals. Andy is an instrumental magician, a great wit, and a damn fine human being, and his record displays all those charateristics in spades. It is, if you will excuse my french, The Shit. You should pick it up. You can download it for free at his site, and I encourage you to, but you should also buy it. If you know me there is a fair chance you know Andy, and if so you are not reading this, you are already on your way over there to his site to listen to his stuff. But the rest of you - run, don't walk. Incidentally, the cover of the record has a picture that I painted on it, and I'm pleased as punch to be involved in that small way. - - - - - I would have named this entry "Tiny Problems", which is the name of Andy's Record, but it might have seemed distasteful in light of the fact that Erin's father, Bill, passed away last week. Assuredly not a Tiny Problem. There's not much that can really be said. I will say this though: he was a good man. He wanted a grandbaby from us very badly, and he got it, and Bill and Milo met and had a lovely time with each other. That makes me happy. We got a couple of Grandpa's fishing poles for Milo to have when he gets a little older. They were very important to Bill, and we'll be able to pass them on to Milo and that makes me happy too. but I'd rather that Milo still had his grandpa. Bill (an Angels fan) and I had a good-natured smack-talk back-and-forth going on about baseball. After the Angels got walloped by the Red Sox in the ALDS he bet me a sixer that the Indians would win the ALCS. They didn't (although it was a hell of a scrap), and when they lost I gave him double or nothing on the Rockies in the World Series. He wasn't an Indians fan or a Rockies fan, but he played one just to try and get my goat. I don't know. That's an insiginficiant thing, maybe, but it's the small things that end up sneaking through your armor. That dopey back-and-forth let us both get to know each other better, and he went out of his way to engage me in that. To draw me closer. That matters. The Red Sox won the World Series. By that time Bill was pretty far gone, and I am sorry that I wasn't able to needle him about it, and hear what his response would have been. It would have been good, of that I am sure. - - - - - Milo, by the way, is doing great. Just great. He has 2 little teeth on the bottom, and more coming in on the top, and he is the smiliest, dribbliest, jibber-jabberiest, most adorable little Jack-o-lantern a person could imagine. He even has a liiiiiittle bit of hair coming in. Man. We love that little guy so much. - - - - - I've got a few new projects that should be bearing fruit pretty soon. A video game. A new website. Other things. I hope you'll stick around.