In fulfillment of a childhood wish...

... I bought myself a machete. It was on sale. There's a sheath and a thingy to attach it to one's belt loop and it's pretty much requiring all my willpower not to pretend it's a sword. I have to remind myself that I'm not a kid anymore, I have poor hand/eye coordination and if I chop myself in the shin or lop off a finger not only it is going to hurt like hell but my dignity will take a serious hit, too.

A fangirl confession: If you're a Bowie fan, you know that after a ten year dry spell since Reality, he surprised the living crap out of everyone by releasing a new album called The Next Day in 2013. I bought it, of course. But... I have this weird thing where I find it difficult to listen to new music right away. I'll buy them and they'll sit and gather dust for a while and I couldn't even really tell you why I do this. It's a combination of general apathy and aversion to change (good or bad) and some twitchy anxiety over whether or not I'll like the new music. My method of coping is to pretend there is no new music, and voilà, problem solved!

I honestly do not know what the hell is wrong with me.

Anyway, I'm listening to it now and marveling that there is such a thing as new (to me) Bowie music. This would be a good thing even if I hated every single track and it was silly of me to put it off for so long.