The new Decemberists album isn't quite exactly what I expected. It's very much not chock full o' fall anthems like I hoped it would be, but it is still very, very excellent. Los Angeles, I'm Yours reminds me of this weird 80's music that I saw in a porno film when I was way too young to have seen a porno film. Ahh, warm fuzzy memories. I've put my hopes into the new Shins record to provide me with those chilly / cool fall anthems I'm looking for, however, if it doesn't deliver in that area i'll certainly accept a pleasant surprise like Her Majesty, The Decemberists.

Jimmy, whom we still haven't figured out how to sign on to this weblog, will be making one of his infamous Boston appearances this weekend, which is always exciting. I've taken Saturday off from work (my first day off in God knows how long) and am eagerly anticipating whatever the hell him and the still kinda fuzzy cast of characters that he's bringing along with him bring forth. I'll be sure to comment after the dust settles.

Still haven't checked out those Tierra games yet. --