Jenn and I were talking last night about, well, nothing in particular, and I took one of my random sidetracks as usual and she wondered why I had said something I did and how my train of thought had reached it. Stopping to think about it, I realize that I have very quick, very divergent trains of thought when it comes to conversations, and most of the time it has to do with a pop culture reference.

For example, this morning in the car I was listening to Kylie Minogue's Fever album, to the song Love at First Sight, and I suddenly wondered what ever happened to Crazy Daisy Ed...

How did I get there? It went something like this:

• Heard lyrics to Kylie Minogue song: "I thought that I was going crazy / Just having one of those days, yeah..."
  
• I wonder why she used "days, yeah" to rhyme with "crazy." That doesn't really work. What rhymes with "crazy?" "Daisy" works...
  
• Crazy / Daisy...
  
• Hey, I wonder what happened to Crazy Daisy Ed?

See how that works? That one was pretty simple. It's sort of like "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon" - any thought can be connected to any other thought. Just like that.

I framed my Bières de la Meuse print last night using a frame I had been trying to find a use for. The frame was 18" x 25" and the print is 18" x 24", so I had to do a little trimming. The frame is metal, but I have this keen little saw and mitre box that worked just as well on metal as it does on wood. Yay, me! I didn't quite make the cleanest cut on one of the frame pieces, so I had to Dremel it down... but I think I either used the wrong bit or maybe just went a little too hard on it because now there's melted metal all over the bit and I've gotta get a new one. Oh, well. It was something to do that wasn't watching television, so I can't really complain. Plus, the picture looks really good in the frame, so all's well that ends well or something like that.