Can music change life? Alternatively, it could be looked at as Friday’s Flash fun.
Submitted, from the Brothers Chemical, a little Friday Flash game.
Then, suddenly, the Z Trip popped up. Seems good enough, but a little more muddied than their previous effort. Not quite as slick. Can’t recommend that one.
Mercury has a strange effect on me this round. I was up early, like at 6 AM. For no reason. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Fed the cat, looked at some work, then wandered towards the river to see what it looked like. The lake itself was choked with debris from the previous evening’s rain storm.
Too muddy to fish. although, in my defense, I had a fishing pole in hand, the water was rippling with something feeding on the debris.
I was proof-reading some of the upcoming material, and I forgot why I enjoy what I do.
Bummer, dude.
Then an unsolicited e-mail cycled through. Hit me all wrong. Asked for help. The questions are answered, on the web site itself, plus, there’s a book, by me, now available from Amazon. Then, after a quick check, the question was about last week’s scope. Dated material. Fishing for free information.
I’m sure there are other sites that will offer up this as free information. Usually, though, as a teaser. Or to sell ad space.
What worried me was too succinct of a reply. It’s simple, though, if the data is available, and actually, it is available on the site, it just requires some digging. But it required digging to get to my e-mail address, too. Shook me up. I can only hope that I was nice enough.
Thursday’s special:
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[/style>I’d wandered downtown, and I had the most amusing exchange of pleasantries with a little Libra lass. She was still apologizing for her sarcastic comment as I walked out, smirking. I thought her peculiar parry was particularly clever. I forgot to mention that good sarcasm is often wasted on the unwashed. Which I might be, but never mind that now.
On the counter at the Hideout (coffee shop), there was a picture of a big banana split, and it’s lettering said, “You want me – you know you do.” Got mto thinking about Amy’s.
Heading across a bridge, I got honked at, and then, at Sandy’s a familiar face was waving from a car. Truck-ette. So it was an impromptu dinner with some three-way action, me, a Pisces and a Capricorn.
Stopped off at Amy’s on the way home. Funny how that happened. Wasn’t planned, I swear. Brings life back into focus, on a balmy, late summer’s eve.
