Good morning. I guess.
I mean, certainly it’s morning. But do you know where I was yesterday morning? Orlando. And do you know where I was the day before that? Walt Disney World. Do you know where I am? Home. And do you know where I’m about to go? To work. Pardon me one moment while I curl into a fetal ball and sob myself into a trance.
I do hate it when people see me cry, so I’d be so grateful if you’d distract yourself with one of the following submissions from my musical friend Clift. He periodically sends me random links that are invariably nifty and/or ironic and/or hilarious, but as I tend to have my blog posts planned way in advance I rarely have anywhere to put them. Until now. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present the series premiere of Sh!t Clift Sends Me.
- Here’s Schroeder assisting Charlie Brown in conquering the sting of acne with Chopin.
- Here’s a glorious pun. Redundant!
- Here’s an engine for the deep navigation of Philip Glass.
- Here’s a challenge to pick out the Strad.
This concludes the current edition of Sh!t Clift Sends Me.