Two-meat Monday
Yeah, so it does rhyme or anything. Who cares? It’s a Mercury thing.
Dark of the moon:
It has a strange effect on some people. Mr. Astrowhore.org (Gemini) popped on around the trailer for a repast. Day early for the usual, so I settled for “bubba tacos,” and helped myself to a rib from his “all you can eat” platters. One dish, three platters of meat, and the curious question, “Do they have BBQ Bacon?”
I heard stories of improbable magnitude, yet, there’s always shards of truth contained therein. Plus reminders about what – and what not – to do.
On a balmy Austin afternoon, in the back patio, under the wan winter’s afternoon sunlight, I listened, and commented, but mostly, just listened.
Stage notes, part II:
532. No role in the Shakespearean canon is best played as an Elvis impersonator.
Couldn’t have said it better myself.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
Tickled ‘pank’:
(subtitled: couldn’t have said it better myself)
From TFG, again, whipping it up.
More (pseudo) Latin:
Trivial pursuits.
Stability?
Just what I needed: something to stabilize my video feed.
EULA:
Obviously, I didn’t cover . Darn the luck.
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