Yesterday was a mixed bag. I spent the whole day waiting to see Brant Bjork, and before I got home I found out my ferret, Tim Finnegan, was sick. Sara and I took him to the emergency animal clinic, where we found out he's most likely got a virus he caught from our new ferret, Dr. Oliver Long Ghost. Poor Tim; he's thin as a rail and has almost no energy. We have to feed him foul potions and elixirs numerous times a day, but it looks like he'll make it.

Then it was off to see Brant Bjork and the Bros. It was everything I hoped it would be, and I got to briefly shoot the shit with Captain Lovestar himself. His merch/photography/tour manager chicks were quite cool as well, and everyone seemed thrilled that the turnout was decent. He played a lot of stuff from Jalamanta, and I gave him a copy of Axis Mundi Sum.

So there it is: bad and good. Today my ears ring and I worry about my ferret while trying not to react violently to certain people at work. At least I've got last night to remember, which takes the edge off work.

Oh yeah. I finally saw Lost in Translation. It was easily one of the best movies I've seen in years, if not my whole life.