how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
This is the thing that I am planning.
As I've been picking up my hammered dulcimer for a few Lenten performances at church -- and, hey, while I'm thinking about it, I need to write a dulcimer/handbells duet -- it is now my goal to put up a sound file of me playing each of the instruments that I can play, which at last count was something like a dozen. There was a recording, I know, of a dulcimer/flute/acoustic bass/piano quartet I played in recently; perhaps we'll start with that.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.