Frogger

After all, the world needs yet another blog. Desperately.

Who is me? Why, me is a guitarist + singer in:

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Serial FB refugee, loves swimming, hiking, and all tha aminals. The views I express here are mine alone and not necessarily those of my bands, my cat or any other rational entity.

Here is something wonderful and great:

Here is something awful and stupid:

Frogger

The fun never stops. Yesterday saw a young lady on her bicycle, texting with left hand, right hand on handlebars, in the left lane of a busy street, with earbuds in, just cruising along. Cars avoiding her, cursing, honking. She oblivious. Long may her guardian angels prevail. This morning saw a man driving a forklift, texting away on his i-Thingy. What has become of the monkeys? Clearly we are evolving. Perhaps our guardian angels are too? In the old video game, Frogger, we’d try and get across a busy street without getting hit. In the new paradigm, we don’t care, it’s not relevant to our texts and pods and statuses and LOL’s. We won’t get hit. It’s impossible. There’s a grand force field of invulnerability, generated by our metastatic interconnectedness. w00t

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