I only spent a week in MN and I’m in South America now but I had Alan Page and Carl Eller posters on my wall as a kid so they might find me.

As a young backpacker among non-English speakers, I used to say that the common usage of a word and its platonic ideal were most different for the words ‘pizza’ and ‘jazz’ and that all words with two zeds should be viewed with suspicion. How little I knew how right I was.

I stay cheerful if it’s not a fresh hell that I created.

I worry about driftglass, he might explode.

I will be a data point confirming your disbelief.

Talking to people about anything you know a lot about is going to involve a lot of “no, you’re completely wrong”.

Due to some consolidation I now have all four of my vacuums present and functional, I used 3 this week and you are clearly at an earlier stage of old man than I.

*shake’s fist*
Curse you!

I spent Xmas week in Phnom Penh mid-90’s. The bar I was hanging in, playing some guitar, had half a dozen house gals, and while I never hired them they were terrific fun. They made me feel like the piano player in a movie western saloon.

It is true that if it hadn’t been so horrible I wouldn’t have been so grateful to find a crew that were as angry and disbelieving of what was happening.

We only had one lineup so it was funnier.

They’re just not the sharpest hammers in the bag.

Every accusation is a confession.

In my old band “Was I there?” is the standard response to any band related anecdote.

chew and screw

Yeah, no.