Road Song
Somehow the gods of travel, who usually enjoy watching me suffer, had one of their rare bouts of whimsey and decided to ruin <I>future</I> journeys by upgrading me to first class.
Somehow the gods of travel, who usually enjoy watching me suffer, had one of their rare bouts of whimsey and decided to ruin <I>future</I> journeys by upgrading me to first class.
Mistress Bagheera don't want no human cooties, oh no.
Nothing to look at here, says Huckleberry.
Lots of goodies here worth investigating.
I'm leaving for China in about 10 minutes, so blogging will be even more erratic than usual—I foolishly almost said "normal," but it has never been <I>that</I>.
Actually, it's a fascinating article about Chinese sports fandom. Interesting country—I really should go there sometime.
This product would be creepy enough with just one vibro-pod, but with <I>two</I>, it just makes my skin crawl. No, I do not want to share you iPod sex toy.
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Wait, have I already linked to this?
Yeah, but my punk CDs beat up your easy listening CDs in the lunch room.
Than to blog hi-fi from China—or at least, that's what I thought when Original Audio's Ping Gong and GuangZhou Hi-Fi 2006's Zou Dao invited me to attend the largest audio show in the Celestial Kingdom.