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Mostly, I'm listening to people lighting firecrackers in the distant night; bang-bang at irregular intervals, which is all right.
Adjust the dimmer switch, kick back the rugs (stolen from Finkleman's Forty-Fives - truly, I was a CBC geek as a small boy), and roll up the sleeves: the first step is always the music. Even with the music there's still the firecrackers, but one must accomodate a little irrational exploding now and then. After that, fingers to action!
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Comments (2)
I just noticed that your blog is three years old! Congratulations and keep it up, it's always an interesting read!
Posted by RJ | October 28, 2006 11:27 AM
Posted on October 28, 2006 11:27
Whoa, I didn't notice three years had gone by at all. Hah.
Here's to three more years of meaningless internet gabble.
Posted by ben | October 29, 2006 11:48 PM
Posted on October 29, 2006 23:48