Saturday, September 28, 2013

My Computer Thinks I'm Gay

My computer thinks I'm gay. What's the difference anyway, when all people do most days, is just leave me alone? 'Cuz I'm mostly home alone. Thank goodness. Draft a letter for the DHSMV anyway, I'm quite looking forward to burning albums and mixes of my own, with creative titles and with intentionally limited knowledge of "music critics'" picks whilst cruising I-95/I-4, and the like, East to West and North and South and back in FLA, USA- and North/South along the Eastern Seaboard. Maybe possibly perhaps swing as far left as Tennessee or Ohio or Michigan, as far North as Montreal. At some point. Like maybe 2014 to #C Star Wars Episode #VII. I will, of course, be rooting for characters with allegiance to the dark side of the force. Pigs and Cows and Eggs cooked rare on a Barbeque Grill and portable electric battery operated stove outside at Universal Studios Orlando by an AMC movie theater playing #Savages with Blake Lively as I enjoy Carlo Rossi Merlot wine from a steel mug the size of a decorative fancy-pants office wastepaper basket. [*swish] Nuthin' but net.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

The Immaculate Conception