Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Writing post of the day. . .

I've these last 10 minutes been musing on my muse. Here's what I know.

It's not like a dog that comes when its called. It's a cat. It comes when it wants to. I have to feed it and care for it and, still, it will sometimes shy away or even run away when I try to summon it.

It may plop itself down, six feet away from me, just to sun itself.

If I try to get hold of it when it's not in the mood, it may even scratch me.

I didn't ask to be the kind of writer whose muse is a cat. But then again, the cat is my favorite animal. What did I expect?

Song of the Day. . .

Here's a bit of musical gorgeousness. "True Love" by Still Parade. I heard it first on KSPC. (Let it build.)

Monday, September 26, 2016

Etsy Shopping Find of the Day. . .

There's something compelling about this orange roller skate planter offered by the sewZinski shop on etsy.com. I feel a hardy succulent might be the way to go with this.

It costs $25 and would make the perfect gift for your favorite gal involved with roller derby or roller boogie.

It might also inspire me to get my butt back to Roller City in Chino where they have a monthly Michael Jackson skate night, and where I  can glide my way into shape.

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Song of the Day. . .

OMG!!! Beck's new album is looking to be his best ever. I'm already obsessed with "Wow." This Beck song is called "Up All Night."

Don't ask me why this particular video looks like a Russian advertisement.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Song of the Day. . .

I know. I have showcased "She Shakes" by Pure Bathing Culture as my song of the day before. But I'm doing it again, because this song is wonderful. So charming. Smiths-like guitar and sugar-sprinkled vocals. I suspect you'll like it, too.

The band is a Portland outfit and I've been thinking recently that I should--rather than randomly try and find good new music--get deeper into the music scenes of various regions. I'll keep you posted on what I discover.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Comedy bit of the day. . .

I'd have to say that the '70s are my least favorite era. All that disco and candy dishes of cocaine give me the heebie Bee Gees. 

Comedy bit of the day. . .

I dated a man who was dyslexic and a sex addict. He always wanted to do 96.