At least, I hope that’s what it was. Hopefully they haven’t cut me off. Don’t know why they would, people can check Facebook and whatnot.
Also, it appears I’m coming down with a bug. Just coughed on my keyboard right as I hit ENTER, so hopefully you’ve all got virus protection.
Ugh. No desire or energy to check the news right now. Good thing we’ve got new bloggers here. Even if they’re categorizing posts and other fancy-schmancy stuff.
I prefer to think that my posts have the right of free assembly–so I categorize them as fits best!
I guess we’re going to the Supreme Court with this, then. “WORM vs. the D.J. Board of Segregation”.
On the remote chance that anyone else was wondering how the base line for Teen Town reads in musical notation:
What’s this I don’t even…
Likewise. Seems to me someone my age shouldn’t be interested in anything called “Teen Town”.
B- b- but . . . this is jazz fusion from the 70s! Exactly what geezers my age should be listening to.
At least it’s not Smells Like Teen Spirit.
I’ve been hearing a string quartet version of that on the overhead of bookstores recently.
They let reporters to the top of Tokyo Sky Tree today. It will be open to the public in a couple of months. More than 350 meters. About a minute on the elevator.
I’m still kind of shocked nobody knows Weather Report.
I mean, that’s like not knowing the Apostle’s Creed or something.
. . .
Wait a minute. Don’t tell me . . . You mean . . . ?
I believe in God the Father, maker of all things visible and invisible…