How interesting. A day without the internet - nothing no access to mail or sites. It's amazing how much stuff you can get done when you're not plugged into the globe. I actually tried it voluntarily this past Saturday to see what would happen - and yes, I did get lots done, but then again, there were some things that I didn't do because they demanded I be online. Try it for yourself one day - it's very liberating - which seems a strange thing to say about the very tool that liberates us.

Went to Rhiannon's Easter Play at school this morning - a traditional crucifixion affair in which J.C. dies and is resurrected in less than 20 seconds. I managed to hold my tongue - as is only correct - but forgot how many great hymns there are for kids to sing. Today featured one of my favourites - Lord of the Dance. At least I think that's what it's called. It has a great line in it - not quite so good as the Coheed and Cambria one from yesterday, but "It's hard to dance with the devil on your back" is a fantastic lyric in any genre. I'm surprised it's never been used. There must be a thousand bands who could use it as a subliminal heroin reference.

Is this what it was really about? Probably not, but I reckon I could get the most controversial story in the history of the world out of it. If Noah wasn't familiar with peyote, I'll eat my mushroom hat.

Anyway, my favourite line from this morning was "That's it. He's dead. Let's bury him." Nothing like building a bit of suspense huh…

Currently listening to: Whitesnake - Saints & Sinners. (What a great back catalogue).