Despite the wonders that are delivered by digital music today, sometimes I really miss lying on my back on a shag carpet, eyes closed, two huge stack speakers aimed at my head, listening to a quality vinyl record played over excellent analog equipment.
One day I wish to retire to a dictionary.
Sometimes I come untethered.
Sir @ July 29, 2010 # 3 Comments
I normally avoid shopping malls with a zeal unmatched by your garden variety zealot. Malls reek of debt and fashion, two things that leave me feeling annoyed and itchy. Nevertheless, I recently found myself with some time to kill and decided to murder it by heading to a place that I’ve mentioned previously as being [...]
Sir @ July 22, 2010 # 7 Comments
In the tenth circle of hell that is Branson, Missouri, there exists any number of things that attack the senses and flush good taste down the toilet. Imagine a place that caters to retirement-aged folks with a taste for sparkly shirts festooned with eagles carrying American flags and musical shows sporting people pretending to be [...]
Sir @ July 14, 2010 # 7 Comments
If you must know, I’ve been shut away in my basement working on a book titled Sodomy and the Lash: An Unauthorized History of the British Navy. It’s an epic story full of lies. And sodomy. I think there’s a market for it. Actually, part of May and all of June were spent forcing my [...]