It’s Wednesday again! Happy and humpy on the outside. Full of silent rage.

I am in a lousy mood. It will pass, so no consolation or helpful tips necessary. But if you care for your fleshy bits, it would be wise to stay out of my range for the next ten hours or so.

This has been a public service announcement from your local Tad.

Listening to this album, thought I’d share. (I lied about the Mahavishnu Orch. being my last.) I loves me lots of Damon Albarn.

This is just my cup of capacitors.

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One last bit of music to share — quite a different direction from loud Bowie. You can skip the faffing at the beginning if you want; the music starts at about :50.

I was in the mood for a Mick Ronson electrical fire. Don’t watch this if you’re allergic to guitar solos (I often find them boring myself), but if you can stand them at all, this screeching live monster from Ronno is definitely a classic.

And he was in high heels and eye makeup, too.

About 12:30ish here, my time. Quiet. If you’re not in the mood, this might put you in the mood.

Web 3.1, 3.2, 3.3, and so on:

Everybody gets to have their own internet so they never have to talk to anyone they don’t agree with. Harmony by isolation among the like-minded. Next stop, completely imaginary shared worlds we never leave, so we never run into anything BAD.

Told you.

Tad Williams’ All-Purpose Election Guide!

If you are lucky enough to live in a country with relatively free elections and are puzzled how to use your precious franchise, here’s a method for participation that I recommend:

Find out who the bone-stupid and the selfish are voting for. Then support someone else.

Late. Brain small. Much ferrying of children, some to hither, some to yon. Now in desperate need of sleep. Wish I could take a few days off from days passing, catch up on some stuff. That probably speaks to skewed priorities. I’ll think about it in the morning.

Poor Thomas. And Percy’s turning tricks now — cheap smokestack jobs out behind the roundhouse.

The world is good (if you’re made out of plaster), but for folks with no wire-frame, it’s more a disaster.

Seeing the phrase “true fan” again (you run into it a lot on Facebook quizzes) makes me want to dry-swallow a sea urchin. If you like something, you’re a fan. If somebody is obsessed with something they may be a more committed fan, but that doesn’t make anyone else LESS of a fan.

Fandom is about enjoyment and identification and finding fellowship with people who like the same thing. Grading fandom is about exclusion and self-aggrandizement.

Disney and others. I’d never noticed this. Now I won’t be able to ignore it.

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