Bad influence

I am sure my kids would love the hell out of a New Medicine show. Yet I can almost hear my daughter: “I’d rather see the Foo Fighters.”

embracing, er, something or other

This entry is a mess and will probably languish forever in the drafts folder. Much of this does not need to be said, but I have a compelling need to write it down. If that makes any sense. It’s getting to be the end of the year, and as always I’m feeling like a little […]

we don’t need no steenkin’ titles

Now that’s out of the way, on to my mutterings (which I forgot this week) Sophisticated :: palate Pelicans :: Port Aransas Flat :: tire Cheekbones :: connected to the funny bone? I gots nuthin. Possible :: Kim England :: London calling Jacket :: tie Sunflower :: seeds Hungry :: hippo Accent :: British (oh […]