DIARY
– YESTERDAY – Took a nap, listened to my song, watched the predicatable and depressing State of the Union, caught up on Tristram Shandy, and went to bed by 2 AM. Your typical weekday.
– MY SONG – By the way was not Massacre by K-Nitrate, but Dead Days by Abscess. Abscess does have a presence (of sorts) in the Net, but not enough to warrant their own Wikipedia article. Which is a damn shame.
– WEATHER – It’s just weird, is all, to be living in a different weather region than the midwest. The difference between all of the other places I’ve lived has been strictly in terms of thermometer knocks: 39 degrees in Chicago, 31 in Flint, and so on. Now, it rains here, it’s sunny there, it’s snowy there and balmy here. And so on.
– FEBRUARY – Is Black History Month.
– TODAY – Is Saint Brigid’s Day.
– HAPPY BIRTHDAY – Clark Gable and Langston Hughes.
PICTURE OF THE WEEK
Re Rave All: A rave.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
Assume that you go to a party. But you are only allowed to wear what is on your bed at the moment. And you take Bill Murray as a guest. But he is only allowed to wear what is under your bed (yes, this incorporates a recent question, I know). Question being, what do the two of you look like?
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