I'm sitting here listening to Fine Tuning on XM. I'm pleased with the new line up on there as it seems they're adding lots of Celtic to it this fall. Its basically a channel with 50% Celtic, the other half random stuff fro mthe Beatles to Jazz to New age, very very nice stuff let me tell you, though I do enjoy listening to other channels when it gets redundant i.e. I have all the Celtic that they play. They supposedly have a new Celtic show on there now, which I wish I was djing, Celtic Voyage is a lame name let me tell you.
Must do Dr. Jong work very soonishly. Went to Brough today after writing my last entry and met up with controlg and dlambert I am sick of the stupid construction site. ( The Construction siteneeds to dieCollapse )
In other mindless news, I just approved a book for Bookshare called The Limerick. Innocent you say, not in the least. Its packed with some of the most disgusting limericks I've ever seen. Funny the book was copyrighted 1969. Here's a tame one
There was a young man of Rangoon
Whose farts could be heard to the moon.
When least you'd expect 'em,
They'd burst from his rectum
With the force of a raging typhoon.
And with that thought, I'll leave you all to ponder lifes great literary offerings, notwithstanding of course this journal :P.
Oh yeah, it is a wonderfully beautiful day outside, I wish to be amidst it but Dr. Jong keeps me inside slaving over his stupid class all for naught I fear.