I've still got a box of 45's kicking around in here somewhere. Back in the day, this was the only way to buy that ONE song on the album you just needed to have. 45's and mix tapes were our iTunes.
Sorry Deb. When you use THAT line we have pass the point where you can't send me a picture of yourself. Our relationship is different now. I need to know whose head is in the box.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
5 comments:
Dear Lord! I haven't seen one of those in years! Not since long before I got rid of my old 45's.
Ooooh, adapters for 45-rpm vinyl records! Awesome! (I never understood why they had that big damn hole to begin with. That was just stupid.)
I've still got a box of 45's kicking around in here somewhere. Back in the day, this was the only way to buy that ONE song on the album you just needed to have. 45's and mix tapes were our iTunes.
Oh yes, I remember them well. Too well. Those damn things were either too tight or too loose.
That's what she said!
Sorry Deb. When you use THAT line we have pass the point where you can't send me a picture of yourself. Our relationship is different now. I need to know whose head is in the box.
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