Takka-takka-takka
Every so often I get the urge to post random snippets and assemblages of words that, in my head, grumble and shout and growl like Charley Patton working his way through "High Water Everywhere." Unfortunately--hep! hep!--there's no real way to get that audio component out to you, because I have yet to perfect the Synesthesia extension for Firefox. So, instead of throwing down with the word pixels direct from my--Lord, the whole round country, man, is overflowed!--musical fingers to your eyeballs, I can only describe the experience, and poorly at that.
Oh yeah.
Nothing too bad, nothing too wrong, in the household today. I'll be in San Francisco this weekend visiting the Mountain Madman and doing my thang. (Yes, I have a thang, and it does get done from time to time).
Lord, the water done raised,
over the Jackson road
Boy, it starched my clothes
I'm goin' back to the hilly country,
won't be worried no more
W00t! And other incoherent noise.
