Google doesn’t know anything about you. I really like the lyrics to track four of “Don’t Cry For Me NYC”.
Update: turns out he’s a former bandmate of a friend from the olden days of yore. Someone should track him down and sign him to a label =p
Google doesn’t know anything about you. I really like the lyrics to track four of “Don’t Cry For Me NYC”.
Update: turns out he’s a former bandmate of a friend from the olden days of yore. Someone should track him down and sign him to a label =p
I’m listening to Violence by Blink-182 (well, up to the part with the stupid talking bits), while some tests are running on my other machine. Out of the corner of my eye, I see “painComponent”, which I find oddly synchronistic, and an awfully faux-ironic message for a test program to spit out. Then I notice it actually says “paintComponent”.
Been listening to a bunch of remixed Bee Gee’s trax lately. Somehow we got talking about roller skating experiences at work, and I admitted to having taken a roller disco class from the YMCA, as a kid, back at the tail of the 70’s.