Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Harry Partch, born in 1901. He wrote strange music that no musical instrument could ever play and invented strange musical instruments to play it but couldn't play any other kinds of music.
Yesterday nothing happened, thus enabling me to get a whole buncha twigs and branches chopped up. There's still lots more to chop up.
At one point, some Planners And Estimators bearing surveying gadgets came swarming all over alongside the back street. I suppose maybe they're associated somehow with putting in the underground trons, but I've only heard about that being done along the front street. Maybe they're doing that along the back street, too.
Today is Maryland's Primary Election Day, when we begin the process of throwing all the scallywags out of office and replacing them with other scallywags. I've got my cheat-sheet all made out and my photo ID all ready for the event.
See You At The Polls!
Signs of life