The Evil Corporate Overlords have changed said work-muzak to Christmas muse-ICK.
Johnny Mathis’s “Marshmallow World” is NOT something to spring on an unsuspecting, ill, exhausted person at 11:30 A.M. in the godsawful MORNING.
This calls for drastic measures.
So I’m going to spend the weekend prostrate in Penance before the Holy Saints As Revealed Unto The Faithful In All Their Power & Glory In Houston and sacrifice many Dagoba Chocolate Bars to the Greater Glory of the Almighty Voice. Amen.
(or at least finish up the scanning of the new UASSUHO Journey strips. The back of the Evolution album makes for most evil humor…)