Birthday time. Thanksgiving. Sagittarius in the heavens.
I’m out of here for the time being, off to the the coastal retreat and promises of tropical paradise, although, it still is hurricane season – through the end of November.
I called up the parental units, told them where I’d be, invited them to join me. And I left it at that. Stay tuned, sure to be some good times. By Wednesday afternoon? I hope to be fishing alongside the coastal bend, in the quiet and fertile backwaters by the bay.
iTunes nota bene:
So Apple’s iTunes outsold some traditional sources according to a myriad of sources.
My buying style? I tend make obscure purchases online, like, from Amazon
iPod notes:
I had to the little pod set to “shuffle,” and I don’t know how random it is, Bach, back-to-back with the Misfits and some vintage Chemical Brothers? Then it was Zappa (My guitar wants to kill your mama) followed by Hank III’s “87 Southbound” followed by Nugent (I won’t even admit what song it was). Three Sagittarius. In a row. What are the odds?
Crossfire:
from SRV’s Crossfire:
Tooth for tooth eye for an eye,
sell your soul just to buy buy buy
Beggin’ a dollar stealin’ a dime,
come on can’t you see that I
I am stranded, caught in the crossfire
I am stranded, caught in the crossfire
More on them wacky planets:
Before I ever left, I was toying with an idea, came to me in the middle of a walk, what I needed to do was record a half an hour of news about what the coming year will look like. I saddled up to the microphone, set the levels, did a little intro, and then started to talk. Then I got distracted. Then I had to do something. Then I had to answer an e-mail.
I’m so used to human interaction that I can’t just chatter for 30 minutes, much less 45. But I can write that material. Been meaning to post it into the scopes for the end of December. Just a short overview. It worked for me last year, and all I really care about is if it works for me.
Cherchez le poisson:
Another small Large Mouth Bass, just a Tuesday morning fish.
