New new new
O.K. Here's the Cello duet (almost finished)
And the orchestral piece with the working title "Minnesota mittens, how musicians can stay warm in the arctic gelidity of a middle American winter"
I tried to repost "Aspice Quod Felis Attraxit" but it turned out I didn't send it to my flash, so I couldn't upload it at the library.
I'll load it as soon as I'm through here.
Caveat; I do intend to load it soon, however, it's my most popular piece, so beware!
Alex got a kick out of "nightmare prelude" so she should like this one, too.
Or maybe she has better sense.
It was basically not an unusual day, with the exception of the poppyseed muffin at Tully's whilst waiting for the #9 bus to take me home after class.
Well, that and Ladro's being out of peanut butter cookies again.
Butch has, once again, made poetry out of my inane persiflage.
Check it out at Feel Free to Read.
My step kid had a fit about my red-haired Celtic put on.
Said it was undignified or some damn thing.
Last person I knew who was that uptight is now pissing away whats left of his brief
stint in this Eden known as life at a monastary.
He needs to take Kochansky's advice.
Must be the result of another "upgrade" but I can no longer access this site's spell check or the "add image" feature.
Fooh!
I am tempted to refer Butch to Jeremy Denk's poetry postings but that would be a cruel thing to do to both of 'em so I won't.
You can tell I'm running out of ideas, can't you?
I still feel like talking, however, maybe I can think of something crude to embarrass junior.
This would do it if anyone in my family ever read this thing.
Yeah.....anyway....whatever.....ciao!
And the orchestral piece with the working title "Minnesota mittens, how musicians can stay warm in the arctic gelidity of a middle American winter"
I tried to repost "Aspice Quod Felis Attraxit" but it turned out I didn't send it to my flash, so I couldn't upload it at the library.
I'll load it as soon as I'm through here.
Caveat; I do intend to load it soon, however, it's my most popular piece, so beware!
Alex got a kick out of "nightmare prelude" so she should like this one, too.
Or maybe she has better sense.
It was basically not an unusual day, with the exception of the poppyseed muffin at Tully's whilst waiting for the #9 bus to take me home after class.
Well, that and Ladro's being out of peanut butter cookies again.
Butch has, once again, made poetry out of my inane persiflage.
Check it out at Feel Free to Read.
My step kid had a fit about my red-haired Celtic put on.
Said it was undignified or some damn thing.
Last person I knew who was that uptight is now pissing away whats left of his brief
stint in this Eden known as life at a monastary.
He needs to take Kochansky's advice.
Must be the result of another "upgrade" but I can no longer access this site's spell check or the "add image" feature.
Fooh!
I am tempted to refer Butch to Jeremy Denk's poetry postings but that would be a cruel thing to do to both of 'em so I won't.
You can tell I'm running out of ideas, can't you?
I still feel like talking, however, maybe I can think of something crude to embarrass junior.
This would do it if anyone in my family ever read this thing.
Yeah.....anyway....whatever.....ciao!
Labels: Red Dwarf, Threescore and ten
posted by Lane Savant at 6:34 PM
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