And now, a brief metal health public service announcement:
Ever wondered what Iron Maiden’s album covers would look like if SpongeEddie Square Pants were their mascot?
Or, how about the members of Kiss as rubber duckies, in full face paint, of course?
M’kaythen, I think my work here is done.
(Have you ever had cheese toast with a hint of cinnamon? Well, I cannot unrecommend it enough. I made cinnamon and sugar toast in my toaster oven last night, then cheese toast this morning, and the cheese toast has a slight bouquet of cinnamon. It is Teh Ptoui.)
So, anyway, I stopped at the Circle K-Bigfoot-BP-Mac’s-Whatever on 17th & College this morning, to get my daily dose of tasty beverageness. I can usually tell who is working the register by what music they’re playing: hip hop, bluegrass, NPR, B97 (manic top 40), or 92.3 (the dreaded “Quality Rock” station). And then there’s the Counting Crows guy, who reminds me so much of one of my former students that it kind of creeps me out when he’s working. This morning, though, the artsy looking guy, who usually listens to NPR, had T. Rex’s “Cosmic Dancer” playing. The funny thing was that I was listening to “The Slider” in the car.
I have a feeling it’s going to be one of Those days.
red paper boat 