So yesterday, I’m out for a bike ride, pulling off the arm warmers and glad of the sunscreen on my snoot … and today we got this whole other thing going on.
Hey, I’m not complaining. The trees like it, and I don’t have to to shovel it. It’s a Zappadan miracle!
Happy birthday, Frank Zappa.
And a happy solstice to everyone else. The days get longer from here. Especially the ones following Inauguration Day.
Thus, “Whippin’ Post.”
It’s been a deadline week, and that means drawing, writing and shooting a bit of video. (Also, ignoring the news, which can lead to nothing but trouble.)
So WWFP? I’m gonna go with “Trouble Every Day.”
As the Pestilence-Elect uses the economy as a sex toy, I expect FZ might perform the entire album “We’re Only In It For the Money.”
What would Frank Zappa play as Agent Orange assembles his Cabinet of tools, fools and ghouls? Why, “I’m the Slime,” of course.
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