The first song the iPod decided to play on random was "Highway to the Danger Zone." Somehow, it fit perfectly.
pup·pet n.
A small figure of a person or animal, having a cloth body and hollow head, designed to be fitted over and manipulated by the hand.
A writer reigniting his love affair with his muse while making his way in a strange world. Visit jasonmical.com for more.
This blog contains the opinions of Jason Mical. Those opinions do not reflect those of his employer, or his employer's client(s).
Saturday, January 13, 2007
The Danger Zone
Liz got the idea to start painting the second bathroom today - a waste of perfectly-good goof-off time - so I felt compelled to do something around the house. The first bathroom was getting kind of moldy, so I busted out the Zap, or Zep, or whatever the concentrated bleach nonsense they sell for 8 bucks a pop is called. I put the iPod on random and stepped into the bathroom, ready to do battle.
The first song the iPod decided to play on random was "Highway to the Danger Zone." Somehow, it fit perfectly.
The first song the iPod decided to play on random was "Highway to the Danger Zone." Somehow, it fit perfectly.
No comments:
Post a Comment