Smallhouse Log

Saturday, twenty-first week after Pentecost

"Heather Heather, we belong to together, like sex and violence." Alternately, "If he needs me, I'll be in the kitchen, making meals out of Marzipan."

So apparently, I played some small part in converting everyone and their brother to The Hold Steady. As they've jumped up to my third favorite band recently (still can't beat Stephen Merrit, sorry), and I just saw them at a concert where they were recording a live album, I'm pretty comfortable about this.

So I absent-mindedly tried this meme recently, where one looks at the past five searches. I was looking at my Google history, not my Wikipedia history, because, like Tallahassee, I don't search Wikipedia. I thought the results were interesting, though:

Mmm, the depths of my soul. Oh no! I just realized I already defiled No Shave November! Oh, well, I couldn't have maintained it anyway. And now, to the suburbs, for hijinks!

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anna responded within a day.

what sort of hijinks does one find in the burbs? i don't think of them as being prone to hijinks.
Will responded within a day.

Hold Steady's big in Boston already. Craig Finn went to BC. Though it's good to know you're doing their missionary work in Chicago.
Nemo responded within a day.

So I gather, Mr. Penguin. They're pretty big, period; I see a kid in a Hold Steady shirt every day I'm out among the unwashed masses. I'm just saying, seems like a lot of real people (that is, people I know and love) are getting into them just now. Including myself, of course.