contemplativeAt 8:00.
It's 9:15.
D'oh.
Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts...
With illusions of some day, cast in a golden light...
No dress rehearsal; this is our life...
...and that's when the hornet stung me.
--The Hip; Ahead by a Century
The tickets mysteriously appeared in someone's mailbox. I'd never heard their music before, but had always wanted to see them, because I suspected I knew where their name came from, and figured anyone with that odd a sense of humor was probably worth seeing.
I do believe I was right on both counts.
--My current Magic Hat Beer
