Where’s that Colonel from Python when you need him?

Since I’m going out of town tomorrow, I thought, “Ah-ha! I can leave my music post up at the top all week, so when a record producer gets unwittingly brought to the blog by mystical forces beyond all ken, she (or he) will download the songs and become so completely enthralled by my Eddie Vedder imitation on ‘Masters of War’ that they’ll be forced to send me huge sums of cash!”

But noooooo…

Stupid Colin Powell has to quit, and I have to get all historical fact checky and be Mister Knows-How-To-Use-Google-For-No-Damned-Good-Purpose. And then… and then my evil twin, brandelion, has to go and write one of the most spot-on descriptions of what happens to you when you get sucked into the world of Tolkien Baseball that there ever was. So, I am forced to add yet another post to the top of the blog, ensuring that I never make buckets full of money for wailing like a banshee in heat! I hope you’re satisfied, missy!!

Anyway, here’s the relevant bit:

“Oh, Jojo,” my voice sounded heavy with disappointment. “A baseball team? Do you realize, it will take you, whether you want it to, or not?”

I could hear the hesitation in her voice. “What do you mean

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2 Responses to Where’s that Colonel from Python when you need him?

  1. Sherri says:

    Ah, speaking of music (since i refuse to speak of baseball) The Orlando Gay Chorus (of which I am one of two token straight members) will have our Christmas Concert on December 11-12. There are three performances – two evenings and one mantinee on Sunday. Go to http://www.orlandogaychorus.org/
    for ticket information.

    If you show up, not only will you hear me sing, but we might actually meet each other again. It’s only been — what, 11 years? 12 years?

  2. bran says:

    i’ll speak of baseball. because, you see, baseball trumps music in our shared universe. any record exec willing to hand you loads of money for your …”music” will happily understand–the baseball comes first.

    it digs into your SOUL…

    *distant, rumbling, evil laughter*

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