...bless you, one and all...and Pixie...well, i just love you too... ...i will spend the day at my happy little workbench being the ever dutiful woodelf...and who knows what the evening may hold...probably a pint or two i would surmise...
Stop me if you know this one... Happy birthday to you happy birthdaY TO YOUUUUUUU HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Soul pumpkin..bright orange and glowing... happy birthday tooooooo Youuuuuu and many more.....
Bass guitar...i think only bassists find that as amusing as we do, Chris... ...and Sorrow, i'm not glowing yet, but after a hosing off to remove the sawdust and lacquer, i will begin the ceremonial hoisting of the pints and achieve the desired glow...ahhh, IPA...nectar of the gods...oh, and by the by, i've a pendant with the very same labyrinth pictured here...should i ever have a garden large enough, i will construct one to walk for meditation...
To continue a tired joke past all means of civility... True story:
I bought, years ago, on a fine day in June, a video on how to play the modern electric bass in a rock band. I was hoping to expand my horizons, you see. I took the video with me on a visit to my parents' house, 'cause at the time I didn't have one of them fancy-pants video tape playing machines that were so popular at the time, but my parents had such a contraption, and I wanted to use it to view the aforementioned video, thus broadening my musical horizons...
Anyway, I set the video tape down on Pop's pile of tapes by the machine and went to rummage around in the fridge, and eventually got sucked into a conversation with my mother over the relative merits of "Peanuts" vs. "Beetle Baily" re contemporary cold war society, when a mighty roar came from the living room.
There was Pops, his fishing hat on, tackle box by his side, sitting in his easy chair... "What the hell is THIS? This is the dumbest damned Father's Day gift I've ever seen. There's not one single goddam fish in this whole tape! It's just some moron sitting on a bar stool playing the same thing over and over on a bull-fiddle... 'Rock Bass' my eye -- there's not even a Smallmouth on this tape, let alone a Rock bass."
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...bless you, one and all...and Pixie...well, i just love you too...
...i will spend the day at my happy little workbench being the ever dutiful woodelf...and who knows what the evening may hold...probably a pint or two i would surmise...
...and is it my imagination, or does that dude with the fish look like Stephen King?...
It's not just any old fish, it's a Bass guitar, of course... And he IS kinda scary looking.
Harpy Bafday!
Stop me if you know this one...
Happy birthday to you
happy birthdaY TO YOUUUUUUU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Soul pumpkin..bright orange and glowing...
happy birthday tooooooo
Youuuuuu
and many more.....
Bass guitar...i think only bassists find that as amusing as we do, Chris...
...and Sorrow, i'm not glowing yet, but after a hosing off to remove the sawdust and lacquer, i will begin the ceremonial hoisting of the pints and achieve the desired glow...ahhh, IPA...nectar of the gods...oh, and by the by, i've a pendant with the very same labyrinth pictured here...should i ever have a garden large enough, i will construct one to walk for meditation...
To continue a tired joke past all means of civility... True story:
I bought, years ago, on a fine day in June, a video on how to play the modern electric bass in a rock band. I was hoping to expand my horizons, you see. I took the video with me on a visit to my parents' house, 'cause at the time I didn't have one of them fancy-pants video tape playing machines that were so popular at the time, but my parents had such a contraption, and I wanted to use it to view the aforementioned video, thus broadening my musical horizons...
Anyway, I set the video tape down on Pop's pile of tapes by the machine and went to rummage around in the fridge, and eventually got sucked into a conversation with my mother over the relative merits of "Peanuts" vs. "Beetle Baily" re contemporary cold war society, when a mighty roar came from the living room.
There was Pops, his fishing hat on, tackle box by his side, sitting in his easy chair... "What the hell is THIS? This is the dumbest damned Father's Day gift I've ever seen. There's not one single goddam fish in this whole tape! It's just some moron sitting on a bar stool playing the same thing over and over on a bull-fiddle... 'Rock Bass' my eye -- there's not even a Smallmouth on this tape, let alone a Rock bass."
Oh.
my.
god...bless your dad.
Happy Birthday Soul Pumpkin!
May it be one of the best ever.
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