I missed the excitement. The Dickens, feeling the creative urge, decided to paint with her own waste. I was at the store with the boys. By the time we got back home, The Dickens was already in the bath. Not to be outdone, Willow created some small works of art using only regurgitated milk. Jen became a walking art gallery. So did the soapdish, of all things.

And now, without further ado, here's some record reviews courtesy of Nathan:

Nurse With Wound "Sugar Fish Drink": It sounds like peeing and eating glass.

Mirror "Die Spiegelmanufaktur": Pots and pans!

Mirror "I Paint for Love of Color": It sounds like some junk being thrown down a cliff.

Nurse With Wound/Stereolab "Simple Headphone Mind": Buzzing guitars and other stuff.

cds I listened to while being relieved that I don't have to write reviews for them: Tarantel - two self titled eps, Present "No.6", Psychic TV "Cold Dark Matter", Rachel's "The Sea and the Bells" and "Selenography", and Throwing Muses "s/t"