I remember throwing punches around…

…and preaching from my chair.

You know the scene in The Wizard of Oz when Toto pulls back the curtain and it’s just a little guy pulling levers and turning knobs? Of course you do. Sometimes I wish we could do that with the internet – pull back the curtain on the jackasses who use the relative anonymity of the medium to write aggressive, simplistic, lowest-common-denominator bullshit. Yes, I’ve been reading chron.com again.

I saw Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton in concert a couple of weeks ago. Winwood’s solo performance (on piano) of Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys was inspired. Worth the cost of admission. They closed out the show with Dear Mr. Fantasy (I think – that was a few scotches into the evening), which is an awesome song anyway but made moreso because of the players. On the walk back to the car I spotted a guy in a Satellite Lounge tee shirt. Don’t see those too often [removes hat and lowers eyes briefly].

After my blog about noisy flip-flop wearers, a few coworkers half-jokingly asked if I was writing about them. Evidently there’s a bit of flip-flop guilt floating about my office. Also, evidently more coworkers than I realized read my blog.