The best thing about NaBloPoMo was that it reminded me how much fun it can be to fling up a quick unpolished post instead of leaving it to molder in the drafts folder. So here I go, flinging up a quick unpolished post. This is take 2, which is why the 12yo asked me if I was ranting again; take 1 was recorded by a different boy, whose aim with the viewfinder was even more erratic. (The dizzy-making part settles down about 20 seconds in, I think.
Here's the song that prompted my idea for a growly altos Pandora station (that link skips over the long soundtrack-y beginning); here's the KT Tunstall song I was in the mood for last night. And here I am being a goof:
In case you would like to sing along these are the lyrics: "I like your avocado dryer, / and your fridge of harvest gold. And your bell bottoms -- they are wide enough / to shelter us when we get old."