Tag Archives: longshots

Three-thousand miles west of the one you’re thinking of, and 3000x less congested, too.

The Irish have always been good at dispensing this sort of wisdom.

Jeff Lynne’s ELO closed out the summer season last night at the amphitheatre, whose shells, rings and bands made for a sufficiently and appropriately spacetastic setting.

‘Well, show me/A word that rhymes with Pavement/And I won’t kill your parents/And roast them on a spit’

Good evening (EDT) again. How are you?

Emotional eating: it’s real, and it’s a thing. Pass the Brioschi!

Hope they are romping-up a storm up there…