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So we survived. Since Dave was called into work as part of the county's emergency response protocol he saw the worst of the storm as the eye passed through M. County. Bos and I had a few nerve-wracking moments here at the house. There aren't a lot of trees to break the wind around here so the winds buffeted the exposed sides pretty good. There were a few times during the early morning hours when I thought we were going to lose part of the fence. A pair of trees in the wooded acreage behind the house looked a bit iffy as well but luckily everything held. If we have another storm like Ike, well, who knows.

Anywho. Dave and I watched Wristcutters: A Love Story this evening after a few games of chess. (I'm learning. Slowly. Dave almost blew a pupil. Twice.) I love indie films, and surprisingly, Dave liked this movie quite a bit. And, really, how can you NOT love a film that uses Gogol Bordello as part of the soundtrack?!?!

OMG. I so effing heart Gogol Bordello. They're this awesome, eccentric Gypsy punk group comprised of random folks from Eastern Europe, Israel, Ethiopia, and a few other places. I'm not quite sure how to explain the sound. It's like polka meets The Pogues meets Borat meets The Velvet Underground meets DeVotchka. I don't know. It's just an extremely unique sound. And their live shows! Holy shit!

If you're curious....

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