The missus and I have also been engaged in serious talks to relocate back to our homeland of Charm City in the next few months. Let's face it; it's REALLY - FUCKING - EXPENSIVE to live in our corner of paradise, and last month's heat dome laid plain a number of the disadvantages to remaining here. So, here I am, packing boxes at 2 in the morning, with the portable air conditioner working it's lil heart out, and "Bob's Burgers" playing in the background. 100+ years worth of pulp paperbacks and out of print cookbooks, collected over the past five years, all going into 12 x 12 x 12 double walled cardboard.
The Anasazi sounded like the future 21 years ago. Made up of former members of Jenny Piccolo and Casey from Yaphet Kotto, it was the sort of progressive hardcore band that I was taken in by. It, too, goes into a box, one of the last things I ripped before the drive gave up the ghost, now to be immortalized in 320kbps bit rate, on a blog unbound by time or location.
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