About That Hum
Dear Gaia, Barbara Romanowicz thinks she knows why you hum all the time.
Dear Gaia, Barbara Romanowicz thinks she knows why you hum all the time.
Man, I want to get a sash and collect me a <I>bunch</I> of merit badges, except maybe "knows how to collect semen from more than one species" badge. That's just yucky.
I swear Huckleberry must practice this look of angelic innocence when we're not around. Don't buy his sweet-little-me schtick.
Bagheera detects an interloper.
I've got so much to write about today, it's really not fair. Instead of taking you in that direction, I'll take you in this:
"At this point, this all amounts to little more than expensive psychotherapy for Hollywood executives. It's the height of arrogance for them to keep sending us the bill."
"Engineers from Medtronic disclosed a novel amplifier that is a key component in an implantable 'brain radio' the company is developing to monitor and control nervous disorders."
<I>Sequenza21</I> makes a Fauré into musical pun-ditry.
No, not that one, Hewlett-Packard. <I>consumerist.com</I> gives you the skinny on HP printers. I can second tip #10: Do not yell at the CSR. Patient intransigence goes a long way towards getting what you want—making you happy eventually is more efficient than continuing the conversation.
Clarke Bustard 'fesses up that classical music is a niche market. But, he argues, these days, what isn't?