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Got my plants, planted.  You want more info, clicky-clicky the picture.

And yes, we're aware that wall sucks.

Mr. Kitten has taken to basking in the light of the aquarium lamps.  He seems to think it's like laying in a ray of sunshine on the floor, only better because this one doesn't move through time.

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A couple of nights ago Mrs. NFB volunteered to cook supper.  She set about supper while I watched from afar in amazement.

First, she peeled and boiled some taters.

Next, she cut up and fried some "all beef franks."

Then she put some Pilsbury Grands biscuit like substances into the oven.

Then she poured a can of Bush's baked beans into the pan with the frying hot-dogs, er, I mean "all beef franks."

Mashed the taters once they were tenderized with a big bunch of butter and a touch of milk, let the beans simmer down with the dogs, put the dog/bean mixture over the potatoes and served with the biscuits.

You know what?  It made me realize I kind of miss eating like a bachelor.  Though as a bachelor I would have had instant mashed taters, or frozen french fries, but aside from that?

It was all quite tasty.  And completely unhealthy.

So unhealthy I actually had to get out some veggies later in the evening just to un-stop that feeling in my stomach.

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I'm guessing the rumors I heard of Testament and Death Angel were bunk.  Today I get the announcement for the pre-sale for the Metal Masters 2008 tour.  Judas Priest and Heaven & Hell with special guests Motorhead and Testament.

Now, I realize this probably makes certain people raise they're eyebrows and certain other people think I need to turn in my rock and roll badge, but I'm not a fan of three of those bands.

Don't get me wrong.  I could listen to the members of those bands talk for hours upon hours.  They come from a time before metal was considered respectable.  You truly had to love it to be a part of it, and they were a part of it in a way no bands since have really been able to be.  Developing and pushing envelopes that have now been so long open that people can't even tell they ever existed.  I just don't dig the vocal stylings of Halford, Lemmy, or Dio.  I know, I know.  They just ain't my bag, you know?

Doesn't really matter though, as the closest they're coming to me is somewhere in Illinois and I'm not willing to make that trip for a single opening act on a four band ticket.

But I'll bet there are some people that will be very, very excited to see that lineup.  I have to admit, I find a certain humor in seeing a tour where Testament is considered the young whippersnappers' band.

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Destro, the boss, was shooting a commercial for our printer supplier yesterday.  They had him "walk naturally" down the hall while talking with one of the salesmen.  Somewhere around the twentieth take, he began to lose patience.

Then I overheard the most classicly awesome thing ever.  He was supposed to walk down the hall and stop in a certain position, finishing the conversation there.  He stopped, and the camera guy starts throwing a fit.  Ranting and raving at the director.  The director looks at the camera and goes, "wait, what the hell is this?"

Turns out Destro stopped right in front of an office with the window shade open and the sunlight was reflecting off his shiny head blinding the camera.

Now that, right there, is funny shit.  And now you know why I call him Destro.

Laterz.