Just Plain Old Supercool
You know that old Who song “Squeeze Box” — Momma’s Got a Squeeze Box / Daddy Never Sleeps at Night? Pretty sure it would apply nearly* perfectly to me, if I had this contraption:
* why ‘nearly’? I kind of halfway suspect there might be some sexual connoting going on in those lyrics, that I don’t think would apply to me and this contraption. but who knows. or: Who** knows . . .
** related: y’know? you tell me to stitch together clips from television that involve bellydancing, and that’s going to be a short job of work, just because I don’t index shows like that. but somebody does:
is the author of 23 or 25 or so books, +300 stories, some comic books, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots