Have you ever had one of those days weeks months where you're just behind schedule on everything? (Oh jeez, it's October already?) Simply attach the phrase "much-belated" in front of most things I write about and you'll get a fuller picture.

So: A wrap-up, of the weekend and other things. Lots of sleeping very late, which was delightful...especially since the jay-oh-bee was more than usually ass-kicking last week. Saturday found me pursuing such wonderful things as oh, laundry. So by the time Saturday evening rolled around, I was more than ready to go hear some puck rock. Yes, the world's foremost hockey band, the Zambonis, were playing at a nice-sounding bar in Brooklyn, and a bunch of us (including some blogless folks I can't link to) made the pilgrimage. Chico blogged it better than I ever could, so I'm just going to point you to his description of the evening. Lotsa fun was had by all. (Oh, and Chico's & Towerbrave's pictures are here, if you want to see what hockey rock (and the Hockey Monkey!) look like.) Then we repaired to a diner (sadly, not as good as the ones in Queens, though the waiter was a hoot) to round out the evening.

Sunday was lazy and found B. and me wandering through a Borders, drinking some really good Dean & DeLuca coffee (and hanging the spoon from our noses -- well, that was just me, actually. No, you can't see a picture), and going for a pretty good Vietnamese meal in Chinatown.

Also: Now that it's a new month, can celebrities stop dying so quickly? This latest round of three included, as I'm sure you know, Elia Kazan, George Plimpton, and Donald O'Connor. I cued up the [stunning] "Make 'Em Laugh" number in "Singin' in the Rain" last night as a tribute, and ended up watching the whole gorgeous movie all over again. Highly, highly recommended if you've somehow managed to miss seeing it.

And other stuff I'd been meaning to write about but couldn't think of anything really to add:
--Don't forget that journalists die too;
--Does anyone REALLY care about Vice magazine? Major ink in the blogworld lately, but so what? It's lame. It's boring. It's trying to be shocking and is impressed at its own perceived naughtiness. I guess that makes it the glossy-print version of Madonna or Britney Spears.
--Thomas Pynchon will be appearing on the Simpsons. Really. Alongside Tom Clancy. The mind boggles.

Hmph. Onward...