Have a funeral viewing to go to and then a family birthday get together and the honorary birthday gal choose the effen Golden Corral in lovely Newport News as where she wanted to eat. Every time I eat there I realize that if stuff ever goes south people would not have to turn into zombies to eat each other. In a catastrophe all the Golden Corral type people would be chowing down on neighbors within two days. Already hitting the special stash of Kava King micronized kava I keep in my office for "Emergencies'.
Yesterday the Father in law was over watching the little one as he got off school early for an in service day. When I got there he said he was getting his diddle on with my gear and loved the Jackson Outcaster. But what he said he really loved was that small signal you got, that thing is sweet he said. He meant the Small Stone. I said yeah, you just can't beat some phaser. I love hearing other people play your gear, it's like you can hear how it sounds more. He had that Jackson singing after he tweaked the tone knob just right.
Yesterday the Father in law was over watching the little one as he got off school early for an in service day. When I got there he said he was getting his diddle on with my gear and loved the Jackson Outcaster. But what he said he really loved was that small signal you got, that thing is sweet he said. He meant the Small Stone. I said yeah, you just can't beat some phaser. I love hearing other people play your gear, it's like you can hear how it sounds more. He had that Jackson singing after he tweaked the tone knob just right.
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