Well, for a dollar I'm not going to get too bent out of shape over some idiot with the initials "BB" who thought adorning the album with their initials was a good idea. I thought since I'd managed to get an entire name printed in block letters off a Nick Lowe record, I'd have no problem with two little initials. There's the rub ... as you can see I managed to fade it a little, but I quickly realized I was also rubbing off the album art too. So I stopped rubbing before I wouldn't be able to see. Enough of that, as much fun as it is to write out thinly veiled juvenile masturbation jokes I think I'm edging close to losing it, so I'll stop. Okay, now I'll stop. Sorry. But they started it. Do they have mulligan's in blogwriting? Or am I supposed to do the honourable thing and delete stuff? Let's just start again, but as a compromise I'm leaving the other stuff as a reminder to myself to show what happens when I write without really think...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget