This Wonderful (Animated) Thing

Been there. Done that. Posed for the T-shirt.

Let's Just Leave This Here

For the 100 Million People Expected to Watch the Debate Tonight:

Let's Face It

It's STILL Sunday?

(Written by the mighty, mighty Difford & Tilbrook, back when that meant something...)

Taller Than The Rafters

Late For This, Late For That

I'll just leave this here.

Such A Small-Town Rodeo

Ian F*cking Hunter.

77 Years Old. Tribute to Bowie.

What's not to love?




And one from the past:

Meanwhile, I'm Still Thinking

Another year around the sun, huh?

We Are the Makers of Music, We Are the Dreamers of Dreams...

Conversation overheard at a coffee shop yesterday:

-- It's really sad about Gene WIlder. But it's spooky too because I just heard his song on the radio yesterday.
-- Which song?
-- "Friday I'm in love."
-- They play that every Friday.
-- Yeah, but yesterday was Sunday. And then he died.
-- He was so great in "Blazing Saddles."
-- Was that before the Cure?
-- Maybe. They talked about a lot of stuff he did on the news, but they didn't mention that.
-- I'm happy for Gilda Radner, though.
-- I wonder if she liked "Friday I'm in Love."
-- Maybe he wrote it for her.
-- Yeah, probably.
-- And "Young Frankenstein."
-- I don't know that song.

And at that point I left. Because after determining that these people somehow believed Gene Wilder and the lead singer for the Cure were the same person, I worried the stupid might be contagious.