Blame it on Bookworm . . .

To those of you diligent enough to check this blog out every two or three days, thank you, and I apologize for not having updated it more often. Between being bummed about not being drafted by an NBA team, and the evil entity known as Bookworm (the diabolically addictive word game that you can play for free at www.popcap.com), I have neglected my blogging duties, such as writing a long review about why I liked "Gangs of New York" so much.

But yours truly has been busy, both posting elsewhere and doing stuff. Last night I went to My House for the first time ever, and therefore to my first "basement show." To those who aren't aware of the basement scene, it's basically bands playing and/or local artists showing off their work in somebody's basement. My House is probably the preiminent proponent of the basement scene in Eugene. I went specifically to see my favorite Portland-based indie band (Does Sleater-Kinney still fall into that category? I've personally advanced them into the "big time" categoy rather than "indie"), the All-Girl Summer Fun Band, a quartet of 20somethingish gals who play a funderful hybrid of power pop, punk, and sixties pop, with a late-teen-to-post-teen perspective on failed relationships and eternal optimism about the good one that is just about to get underway that will have you nostalgically digging those yearbooks out of the closet. The girls rawked well, the sound was surprisingly good, the sightlines left a lot to be desired (imagine standing in the back of a garage, trying to watch a band, with 40 or so people standing in front of you), and I only got to see them do six songs. When songs from their terrific first CD were requested, they admitted to not having rehearsed any of those songs for this tour. Blast and drat! They have a new CD in the offing; learn more about them at www.agsfb.com and check out their video for "Car Trouble."

I spent part of the previous weekend reviewing restaurants for www.something2eat.com. Go to that site, look up Brail's Restaurant and Taqueria Dos Aguilas, and you'll find my first two reviews under the nom de plume of Rubber Dali.

I made my first official posting on www.wormfood.blogspot.com this morning, and it is worth a visit if you'd like to read about my personal interaction with the conspiracy theorist who believes Stephen King murdered John Lennon.

To my fellow bloggin' buddies who have kindly listed Rubber Dali in their links, thanks so much, and I promise that as soon as I relearn the basic necessary HTML, I will return the favor.

Oh siren call of Bookworm . . . why must you torment me so?