After a week of missed workouts and fubared home improvement projects, I was at wit’s end this morning. Jonas had puked in his cage and began barking pre 5 a.m. To top it all off, as I’m attempting to coax him into playing with a tennis ball instead of the shoe on my foot, I did something spectacular. Too bad I was grumpy and failed to find the humor in it.

1. This iPod skin by Aya Kato - I’ve bee an Aya Kato fan for a minute now and I really dig this iPod skin. Seeing as how the past year and a half has beat my 5th gen to hell and back, I should likely look into getting it a helmet. Methinks this is stylish enough.
2. Photography by Phillip Toledano - Though I had seen Mr. Toledano’s “Hope & Fear” series awhile ago, I never bothered to visit his portfolio because, well, his images were disturbing. This was unfortunate for me, because I was missing out on some of his other beautiful (and depressing) work. I quite enjoy the Cubelife series.
3. Barack Obama on 60 Minutes - CBS gets negative 2 points for hijacking your browser size with that video, but gains them back with a surprisingly enjoyable profile of Democratic Wunderkid Obama. Right or left, elephant or donkey, you can’t deny that the guy isn’t at least interesting to listen to. Too bad the interviewer registers high on the Scale-O-Dorkness.
4. Lowes - As much as I loathe big-box stores like Lowes or Home Depot, they are damned convenient. I wish for days of ma-and-pa stores again, but the McDonaldesque utility of these stores (and ubiquitous nature) makes my now weekly trips more tolerable. Sure, I’m handing over my retirement fund to them, but hey. They’ve got wire nuts AND mirrors at 9 in the evening, so I ain’t complain’.
5. Rolling Stone Magazine - I’ve been getting RS for several years now thanks to a generous birthday gift from my mother long ago. I confess to feeling relative apathy towards the publication as a whole. Most issues I read between 20-70% of the content because the rest just isn’t all that appealing to me (read: too tabloidish). However, this past issue was almost entirely enjoyable and held my attention for more than one evening. The “Guitar Gods” piece was shockingly readable, though next time leave out the gratuitous “legalize pot” piece, Jann. Save it for every third issue.

So I kick the tennis ball from our living room into the kitchen, but unfortunately did not account for the threshold strip separating the wood floor from the tile. This little curved piece of wood acted as the perfect launch pad, sending the tennis ball careening into the air. And, as my luck would have it this week, it managed to be spot-on just perfectly to hit the glass of liquid on the kitchen table (thus spilling it everywhere).

And wouldn’t you know that when I tried explaining this terrible awesomeness to The Wife™ a few minutes later, prefacing it with “I couldn’t do it again if I tried!” — Well, I did it again. Perfectly.

I’m going back to bed.