Why there needs to be more Wil in the world
These are the choicest bits of stuff that just, I dunno, turn me onto nerds and geeks. If I a meet a guy like this, I'll be happy. This is all taken from WWdN:
I learned that Battlestar Galactica's executive producer['s]...blog (which I *so* wish was titled "Battlestar GalactiBlog")...
I've always hated pop music with the white-hot intensity of a billion supernovas.
Music has been as much a part of my life as oxygen and water, and I'm über passionate about what I like and don't like.
If my Wilco Smart Playlist was an audio tape, I would have burned it out in the last 24 hours. If it was a pair of shoes, the heels would be worn right through. If it was a million dollars, I would have used it to buy you a fur coat (but not a real fur coat, because that's cruel.)
Whenever something comes along that makes the Internets more useful, I sing a little song and jump around a little bit.
Good jorb, Googleoids.
...most of the fans are saving themselves for the Vegas show in August, which has grown into something truly incredible and supermegacool
[I just wanted to remember this bit for future reference:]...if you haven't stayed up all night listening to Miles Davis, you haven't . . . well, stayed up all night listening to Miles Davis. Sorry, bad example. But it really is cool. Oh, and when the weather warms up, there's nothing quite like Charlie Parker, and when you love someone so much your heart aches, Chet Baker is your guy.)
In my back yard right now, it's breezy and 64.6 degrees with 52% humidity under partly cloudy skies. The barometer is steady at 29.56.
I learned that Battlestar Galactica's executive producer['s]...blog (which I *so* wish was titled "Battlestar GalactiBlog")...
I've always hated pop music with the white-hot intensity of a billion supernovas.
Music has been as much a part of my life as oxygen and water, and I'm über passionate about what I like and don't like.
If my Wilco Smart Playlist was an audio tape, I would have burned it out in the last 24 hours. If it was a pair of shoes, the heels would be worn right through. If it was a million dollars, I would have used it to buy you a fur coat (but not a real fur coat, because that's cruel.)
Whenever something comes along that makes the Internets more useful, I sing a little song and jump around a little bit.
Good jorb, Googleoids.
...most of the fans are saving themselves for the Vegas show in August, which has grown into something truly incredible and supermegacool
[I just wanted to remember this bit for future reference:]...if you haven't stayed up all night listening to Miles Davis, you haven't . . . well, stayed up all night listening to Miles Davis. Sorry, bad example. But it really is cool. Oh, and when the weather warms up, there's nothing quite like Charlie Parker, and when you love someone so much your heart aches, Chet Baker is your guy.)
In my back yard right now, it's breezy and 64.6 degrees with 52% humidity under partly cloudy skies. The barometer is steady at 29.56.