Damn, I got old somewhere.
Anyway, my ex-wife sent me a great blast-from-the-past Christmas present--a double-disc set by one of my favorite bands from back then, The Mission. It's Carved In Sand and Grains Of Sand, with a whole mess of bonus tracks that I'd never heard before. Great lady, my ex.
(Apparently, if you don't use Chrome, you can't upload your own images on Blogger anymore. Good to know, I guess.)
So I've been travelling back in time on my way to work lately. Part of me wishes I could literally do so, so I could slap the hell out of my younger self and tell him to get off his ass. But I think most people would welcome the chance to do that.
I'm fixing to try my hand at Korean food tonight, so I'll post up the results soon. And one more thought...
I know I wanted to stay out of politics with this blog. But, since the entire nation is once again obsessed with
You can have my Glock when you pry him from my cold dead lap!!
(Yep, that's Glock the cat. Feline Labe.)