I am beginning to like (we)blog as a title. It is 1980s to the max, as people said in the 80s. Since no one has made any suggestions, I'll let the title stand. Don't be surprised if you wake up one morning, check for the day's (we)blog and find it under a completely different title. It is good to challenge oneself in the morning. I begin my morning challenges with the question, "How do I turn off this alarm function?" In the 80s, you could throw the metallic spring-filled yowling box across the room to silence it and wind it back up in the evening. To mistreat a smart phone like we treated our alarm clocks in the 80s is likely a criminal offense under some machine's bill of rights. That's a shame because beating the shit out of an alarm clock was one of the enjoyable aspect of the time before weblogs.
Lately, I have been listening to 80s music and have incorporated a couple of choice tunes from the era into my cover sets. I'll leave you guessing which ones. If you happen to hear me play them somewhere, they'll be the songs that kind of sound like something you heard on the radio and yet sound nothing like it.
I was way too cool for the 1980s. The 80s couldn't handle me. And I wasn't alone. An entire generation of teens grew up in warped time, in a haze of residual culture that arrived like the spent edge of a thunder clap. The air I breathed growing up was the previous generation's nostalgic off-gassing, which I claimed for my own. My friend George Case over at https://georgecaseblog.wordpress.com/ writes about cultural influence with a clarity I will never muster. So, if such things interest you, check him out.
For now, I say farewell to (we)blog posting two.