Ahh!



A friend of mine recommended Mumford and Sons, and so far so good!  It brings me back to my time living in Cape Breton where everything is about as celtic/Irish/Scottish as you can find in Canada...  Nevermind back then it was all about Ashley MacIsaac and Sarah Mclaughlan.... not that there's anything wroooong with that, but really...back in '94 there were bigger fish to fry, like Counting Crows, and Kurt Cobain's suicide, and Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins... and Loser by Beck, which still stands as one of the catchiest yet hated song in my vast musical knowledge...any song that simply strings together random words into a song is a terrible idea for someone who sees songs as stories to be told and unfolded like a gift at Christmas.
  No..throw in some random verbs and nouns and  just go ahead and make it stupidly catchy... damn you for being so easy to remember.

  Rant Off.

  The Cape.  I do b'lieve I will try and make a trip out there to visit Dad and the family. I have never had a Christmas with my Pops... thats weird right?  Unless you knew my history, then maybe not so much... but I think as dreary as an Atlantic winter can be, a few weeks near the salt air and the family who loves me would be a good thing.... and besides, I can always hit up Polar Bear....

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  On second thought, I'll take a pass on that last one. It is rather nice knowing where my balls are at any and all times, and a dip in Polar Bear would have them hibernating for the winter.  

  So, the more I feel like I need to write and actually create a fully birthed story, oddly, the more I realize I need to read.  Yes..my little IPhone has a shit ton of files waiting to be read, and I need to learn some more stuff before I really dig deeply in the writing art....nevermind send my work out for publishing...

  Did I mention that a bunch of us went out sledding recently?  G T Snowracers are such a good time.....especially when you strap fireworks to them for that extra added boost!   I think sometimes that maybe I should just write about my own life instead of fiction.... because in my instance, the truth really is stranger...

  Alright... Kudo's to the pal for the tunes and gamerchat.  Kudo's to the readers out there wiling the time away with me, and Kudo's to Arc Angel for stocking us up with fireworks every time we need em! 

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