I haven’t copped out and written a post with dots in a long time. For some reason I’m in the mood to post but don’t really have anything to write about, or the brain power to devise something. So dots, you get.

• You know the first one, right? Of course. I’m going to beg you to go vote for LiveFeed. We need to $10,000! Our founder, Tom, has a plan to turn it into $150,000. I don’t know how, but I trust it’ll work. But first we have to win the money! We’re around 200 votes behind. If every single one of you votes today, that’ll put us over the top. If those of you who have already voted get just one friend to vote, that’s all it’ll take. That’s it. How simple? So simple. So do it. Please? You’ll even get some great free music if you email your vote confirmation and address to me (poppymom @ gmail.com). I’ll pass it along and you’ll get a great 12-song compilation of St. Louis musicians who support LiveFeed’s mission of aiding hungry kids in St. Louis.
• Speaking of music, I’m ashamed of how much I love $5 Fridays at Amazon’s MP3 store. Yes, I love my local record store. But damn. $5 for full albums. I’m downloading the new Animal Collective right now.
• I now have two tickets to see Wilco in Bloomington, Indiana, on April 16th. For some reason, I feel relieved.
• There might be fun in store tonight. I joined the StL Fish Fry Crew, so the family will dine tonight in an unfamiliar church basement. Somehow, I don’t think partaking in tons of fried food and beer is what Lent’s really about. I’m taken the Ben Franklin view of it: God gave us fish fries and beer in church basements because He love us and wants us to be happy. Afterwards, we’re going to try to hit the free Theodore show at the Mildred Kemper Museum of Art. And if I still need some fun, I’m going to ditch the spouse and kid and go see The Dirty 30s. Considering my recent energy level, it’ll be a miracle if I get through the fish fry. But dammit, I’m gonna dream big!
• I need to be writing my next piece for Throwback of the House, but I can’t bring myself to relive the experience of what I made and ate last night. Oh, it was terrifying. If you weren’t alive and eating solid foods in 1964, thank your lucky stars.
• I’m back on the coffee. It seems that the key to not having the coffee set fire to my esophagus involves eating food more than once every eight hours. Who knew? We’ve been drinking some coffee Brian got from one of his Brazilian co-workers. We don’t like it. And yet, we drink, instead of getting something new. We’ll suffer until it’s gone. This is how we compensate for the insane amount of money I spend on music – we drink shitty coffee that’s been gifted to us.
• My child is entertaining herself by getting naked and rolling a miniature basketball down the stairs. I organized eight bazillion new toys that she got for her birthday two weeks ago, and this is what does it for her. Remind me to save my money next year.