I Am Such a Band Nerd!

I attended the last concert of the season today of my local municipal concert band. The performance was most excellent and edifying, even though it was mostly pop stuff. The band was at its best, with perfect intonation and articulation, and excellent balance between the sections, not to mention an enthusiastic lyrical style which just got right to me.

The section leader of the flutes did double duty as a vocalist, changing clothes twice, from uniform to black evening gown, then to red evening gown. She is the good kind of soprano, the kind which doesn't get on your nerves. She kept the red dress on when she stood up to play the piccolo part in the first repeat of the trio of "Stars and Stripes Forever", this band's traditional encore.

Afterwards, I wandered up to the stage as the musicians were packing up, and re-discovered what I already knew about myself, which is that a gal wielding a wind instrument is at least twice as sexy to me as any other kind, be she eighteen or eighty.  I reckon I was just programmed that way in my adolescent bandsman stage, the same way I learned to hate saxophonists.

Oh, everybody in the band and in the audience was White, most of us with gray hair.

I miss the country I grew up in.

Blogger keeps on sodomizing us.  Now it won't let me leave a title to this post

I am so chuffed!

I had a wonderful time at church on Saturday evening.  Not only did I get my very own palm-leaf cross a day early, but it is an _autistic_ palm-leaf cross, having been officially Aspergated by our Canon with the holy water and the tree sprig.  Later, I got to pretend to be mean to Jesus, playing Caiaphas in our little passion play. It was OK; shortly thereafter I was forgiven because I had no idea what I was doing.  After the service, I noticed that the bucket of holy water was still there with the tree sprig in it, so I took the opportunity to aspergerize myself about the head and face.  That was quite refreshing.

Entomology

Larry Correia, in one of his Monster Hunter novels, has had one of his characters mention the belief that roaches cannot walk backwards. 

I know that this is not true.  Just the other evening I watched a boy roach and a girl roach copulating on the wall right in front of me. In order to touch butts like that, at least one of them had to back up.  They were pre-occupied with that, so I was able to smash them both with one lick of my thumb.  (If you live in Flarduh, you learn not to be squeamish about a little smear of roach guts on yer finger.)

Also, when I put a little bit of beer into a small one-ounce cup, I observed  a roach crawl down inside from the rim.  When he saw my finger of squashing approaching, he backed up right quick and skedaddled. I coulda got him, had not I too had a couple.

The Net is Stranger than Fiction

I just saw a comment on an article at American Conservative magazine, of all places, by a woman who identifies as Faye Kane.  I first ran into her years ago when reading some rather nasty sexual fiction she posted on a site which is much nastier than asstr.org.

I clicked on her name, and sure enough, that's the gal.  A subtitle on her blog says, "putting the ass back into Asperger's since 2003."  Sigh! A pervy Aspie chick with a Physics degree? I might have to transfer my Internet crush over from hbdchick.

"Stingray" has the mind of a woman.

I tried to be nice; I left a coupla helpful, innocuous on-topic comments at a post of Sting's at Atomic Nerds. Nonetheless, they were deleted within 24 hours, because, I think, he dislikes me, and not because of anything wrong in the comments themselves. That is pretty damn womanish behavior. I correspond on the 'net with an actual woman or two, and they are manly enough to let my comments stand, no matter how silly they are, no matter how much they disagree with them (Thanks, Tam!), but Sting still seems to be suffering from Hurt Feeeewings, or is channelling Zydeco, or something. I swear before God, I don't know what's wrong with that boy, or how to fix him.

Now that the United States are moribund...

Which do y'all prefer? The Northwest Republic or some kind of New Dixie Secession? I'm partial to the latter, being descended of Southerners here before the Revolution. Besides, Harold likes Germans too much. Like Alvin York, I don't care for them even when they're not being Nazis.

The election has passed, and so has my country.

Stick a fork in her; she's done. As a founding-stock American, I deplore what you other people have done to my country. I kept my mouth shut for a long time, trying to be polite, but after seeing the results of that last election, I no longer care what you bien-pensants think! From now on, it is, well, on.