Holy hell there’s a lot of Billy Bragg and Underworld in iTunes I’ve yet to listen to. Damn pack rat nature.
AC shut off and the dog woke up, looked at me like, “What gives?”
Terrific: it’s nice enough to have the windows open and we’ve got a telephone company truck holding a CB convo at volume 4 million.
“Let’s go to the Communication Couch.”
Which is to say I can’t think of Willie McGee’s nose without thinking of Chuck Norris’ “Invasion U.S.A.”; age eleven was a good time.
If-I-were-rich-purchase: bartender’s glass washer. #2, third-world adoptee to raise to be World’s Greatest Bartender.
When IM shows wife still at work after 6pm, substitute 12 ounce arm curls for gym trip.
Knocked off the Function Lock key by accident. VisualStudio is almost deadly to work with when function keys are dead.