Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite, I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Photos of Steve's Weekend
I was here (click to embiggen).
To see these. Of which the nice guard walking toward me let me know, "No photos allowed.
In the National Gallery Sculpture Garden there was this weird tree growing.
And then we went to see the Titanoboa at the museum next door. Some little place called the Smithsonian.
And if you ever wondered if seeing the big museums are worth it, this is the quality of the fossils the Smithsonian puts on display.
Yeah, it's worth it.
And then, you know, because you're there you have to go see the big pointy thingie.