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Instead of a Tuesday Afternoon.. we get an early Friday..

Have to settle on a bag of goodies and a bottle of wine, in a corner.. well, there are worse things.

These guys made some pretty good music..

Here is a Friday Night Pre-destruction. You guys get No Sugar Tonight. Heh Wait till Friday to view if you wish..

Yes. But of course.. and I have to admit it. I have the attention span of a five year old at times.. give me a long video and I will miss the whole point.

Just me. Kristen has way to words for me to sort through. I prefer the short answer. Not hostile here.. just too much to listen to. I will accept the declaration of faith.. don't need a whole heck of a lot of justification. I'll take you at your (hopefully shorter) word for it.. don't need a whole another epistle to sort through.. I would prefer dialogue.

same for this one

Nice tune Friend.

I dunno. I like a simpler answer of about 3 seconds.. maybe because God still loves me.. heh. Doesn't give me pretty much any other of a choice.. heh.

I think I was about as cryptic as the song writers.. heh. Rain, Grey Town. In other words- I think they were describing it as a wet stinking dirty hole.. heh. Wet, and a rich blanket of industrial English Fog. Heh. I think that is what they were trying to say.. As a society I think we have progressed from the summer of love to the winter of despair. Once the acid wore off we went back to meaningless labor, social uptightness and insecurity and unfriendliness and general grumpiness hereto unknown to the mind of man.. heh. One can read that assessment in some the music of the late sixties.. Heh.. nice Friday I know. OK. Lets try again next week..

Upon us a all a little must rain must fall..

I feel the coldness of my winter.. how do I love these ladies..

Free from me, keepers of the Gloom..

And the lack of Warmth is pretty much Spiritual. Well.. we should have good news here.. heh.

Looks a lot like Michigan today.

rain, Grey Town..

Nowhere, is there Warmth to be Found.. no kidding.

Well.. seems a nice theme to start a Friday Night.

Oh well. Onto Friday Night. What is Yet to Come.. heh

The Interview. First it was a test to see how much I remembered of some basic and advanced math..and Physics. I remembered the electrical stuff. At least some of it. Pretty weak on most of the physics except electrical. next came the interview with the administration person. One can not really hide much from them. They are for the lack of better words.. psychic. I would have answered any question honestly- what kind of drugs have you ever been involved with, any real reasons why you should not have the job.. the big question was what brings you here.. I am still laughing about this. No clue. sorry- I didn't carefully plan this moment.. what do you like about doing so and so.. my answer to the question about the last employer, I could have gotten away with murder on the job and it would have taken them six months or longer to catch up with me. Now with absence of supervision or recognition- the best part of the job- I was absolutely free to make this a real college course. No restrictions. why are you here- don't have a clue. I remember saying something about numbers and math stalking me my whole life.. heh They kept following me around until I figured them out. They had a lunatic Squirrel on their hands. Purely by its own admission. Should I get the job? Be brutally honest. heh

More ruination for a Thursday Night..

I'll try to answer your question.. why are you here..

Why am I here.. you tell me.

Every once in a while.. one finds one in an Administrational capacity that actually believes in a God.. there are a few of us still around.

I think that the interview was on a Thursday..