One Of These Days

One Of These Days
Pink Floyd
Turin, Italy
9/13/1994
I really need to get my hands upon that song.
The whole album would be nice, but at the moment, I am focusing on that one song...
Any help would be shiny.

Been Dazed And Confused For So Long It’s Not True

I have this thing I think I need to write about.
I will try to compose it in a semi-coherent way in a bit

Sing Me A Melody, Sing Me A Blues, Walk Through The Bottomland Without No Shoes

I went to the Starbucks this afternoon.
Surprise there...

These two employees were arguing with each other about something stupid. I would probably have just laughed and watched if not for the fact that one of them was a girl whom is very interesting and amusing to talk to.

I was going to throw one of my shoes at the other guy, but I felt I might hit the girl and that was not something I wanted to do.

I went through the drive thru later, only because the church across the street was having their little festival. I was talking about it to the girl from before, and the guy she was arguing with came up and listened for a moment. Then he interjected with "And you still have both of your shoes!"

Poor Katie, the look she had on her face when he said that was so amusing. Then I explained everything to her. She thanked me for being concerned, and our conversation wandered along on it's nicely random path.

Now back to my movie...

Not Just Anybody

Ah, closure.

The Rain In Spain Stays Mainly On The Plain

Looks like monsoon season started early this year…

I’ve Never Been To Boston In The Fall

ARGH!
Fierce Pirates we be!

Journey Of The Sorcerer (Revisited)

one last thing
this one most seriously
I was reading mostly harmless and i came across this line:
"When it's fall in New York, the air smells as if someone's been frying goats in it, and if you are keen to breathe the best plan is to open a window and stick your head in a building"
i just wanted to know if it was true, so, if you know, please, let me know.

Black Is White Up Is Down And Good Is Bad

So after a hectic week of believing that war was peace, that good was bad, that the moon was made of blue cheese, and that God needed a lot of money sent to a certain box number, the Monk started to believe that thirty-five percent of all tables were hermaphrodites, and then broke down.

Sometimes You Don’t

I am not so nice

I’m As Free As A Bird Now

Freedom is a coy bitch