So, what do you do when someone you’re following, someone who follows you, suddenly disappears from Tumblr? And, by “disappears” I don’t mean “ignores” you? That’s what I assumed, after his private messages to me vanished, but, after a quick, un-logged-in web search, it was clear that his Tumblr account had been deleted.
It’s strange, because I did like most of his posts, although I knew he was a Christian and an Obama-hater. What can I say? He did have a good side!
Resolved: That anyone who does not appreciate Trout Mask Replica, a record album by Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band, is not to be trusted on any matter of musical importance.
Seriously, this record is one of my Desert Island Discs, yet I’ve actually heard someone opine that she thought that people who said they liked it were faking it.
I actually find that room sort of sexy, at this precise moment.
I can’t help it — I’m fascinated by the weird-looking fruits of this tree that at least one of the landscapers here seems to have adopted as a signature. My best guess is that it’s a Lychee. Dare I walk across the street and swipe a few of my neighbor’s fruits so I can test this identification? Dare I peel and eat one? Fresh lychees are supposed to taste awesome, much better than canned. Oh temptation!
Edit: “quonky said: It’s a Kousa Dogwood! I’ve never tried the fruit but Google says it’s sweet!”
…the opposing team, instead of just wanting to beat them: their home ballpark PA system plays Beethoven’s 5th every single time a visiting batter strikes out, but never (of course) when their own batters strike out.
Fucking Dodger assholes. The Giants could counter by playing the Dragnet theme at their ballpark, but that would be wrong.
Edit, and full disclosure: I used to cuss like a motherfucker at the Cincinnati Reds, when I was a LA-resident Dodger fan in the mid-’70s.
…about 200 yards from a calm harbor. Today I thought there was a concert or sporting event going on nearby, which was puzzling, until I realized that it was a coxswain, shouting through a megaphone at a group of scullers on the water.