flax-golden tales: piano player
piano player I stopped trying to explain why I wanted a player piano, even though everyone asked, including the piano movers. They probably figured it was meant to be a curiosity piece and not
piano player I stopped trying to explain why I wanted a player piano, even though everyone asked, including the piano movers. They probably figured it was meant to be a curiosity piece and not
I still have tons of things to post about but some of them require photographs that I haven’t taken yet. Also, am baffled that it’s March already. But March brings Sleep No More, and
I received a rather rained-on cardboard box this morning. This is what was inside: These are Advance Reader Copies of THE NIGHT CIRCUS. Commonly referred to as ARCs, which I’m still not entirely sure
zombie snow squirrels on the rampage “There is no such thing as a zombie snow squirrel,” I say, even though he has his serious eyebrows on. Normally the eyebrows are a good indicator as
Told you I had all sorts of things to write about. Downloaded the new Radiohead, The King of Limbs, on Saturday. Not loving it the same way I loved In Rainbows, but it’s growing