Dusty Chalk

Yeah, it was windy as shit here this morning, I think I may have been given my cold back. I went home early.

Hairspray for when you visit Chicago? AYE KEED, AYE KEED... Me: some random piano noodling:

We're not getting hardly nothing down here in NoVA. So this is for you all up North:

People in tights looses.

It's, "I love what you like, it's really heady..." apparently.

Oh, she was superb! I feel bad, though, I wasn't feeling well, so I probably should not have gone. On top of that, I muted my phone, but the alarm still went off. But yeah, she had great form, played perfectly and with virtuosity, and did it all looking fantastic in that dress. Sent from my mind using id, ego, or superego...

Michael Bolton's Big Sexy Valentine's Day Special -- that was the stupidest most entertaining comedy special I think I've ever seen.

The DMV down by me has gotten sillily efficient. I usually take the whole day off work, but if I got there earlier, I could probably still get in by noon.

Jaguar F-PACE?

I saw a Maserati the other day, parked right behind the zombie pho truck. I'll take a picture if I ever see it again.

<-- Dan Me --> ...well, probably more like:

That's against protocol!

Ditters -- queueing it up for later Right now listening to lots of Yuja Wang (classical pianist whom I saw live earlier in the week) on Tidal

Dusty want cajun chicken pasta.

Fair use? It's not like there's a way to hear the original songs through that site. Sent from my mind using id, ego, or superego...

Unholy carp, on demand mashups?!?!?

Obligatory, "...well then don't rub them there..."! My penis sheds a little if I rub it too much. Sorry, not being helpful -- I have corrosive sweat to certain materials (especially the pleather on Sony MDR-V6/-7506 headphones) -- it's just my body chemistry, nothing untoward going on. Perhaps...?

Lollers @ salad. The hell you say!

Best wishes to the locker-of-keys-in-car, as well as everyone else. Hope it wasn't too much bother to get that resolved. Seconded! To everyone!

Oh, I was just being silly -- riffing off of Steve's reference to a certain famous Dave Letterman -- I would think there's multiple correct ways of spelling Letterman/Lederman/Liedermann/Leatherman...I blame bourbon. I mean, why would I even think he was German? I just pulled that out of my ass. Oh, and me:

If the guy was German, it was probably Liedermann. Sent from my mind using id, ego, or superego...

I'm sorry you had the same experience as me, but...yeah...pretty much...I keep passing it by every day on my way from work, trying to work up the nerve to give it another chance, but...probably not ever going to happen...