I hate Macs. 2004-02-25 - 11:42 a.m.
This morning I saw some very strange things being done to a bassoon. Very Strange Things. My eyes! My sweet, innocent flutist eyes!
Haha.
I really have nothing to say that is not bad band geek humor and such, so to appease my anonymous comment-signer friend, I will shut up.
Oh.
My ass looks very nice in these pants.
That is all.
No wait, it's Ash Wednesday. Like every good non-practicing Catholic, I see this as the day that some residual guilt prods me to give up something, but then I remember my lifetime vow to give up giving up stuff, so there you have it.