Case in point – my strange cravings tonight consisted of “Fire!” by the Crazy World of Arthur Brown, and “Humans Being” by Van Halen (preferably the version from the movie Twister that has that huge kick-ass orchestral intro on it). It’s an odd double case of Mystery Melody Malady. Consider it the musical equivalent of a midnight run for rocky road ice cream and pickles. I must have them.
Apologies to any and all concerned for the lack of replies to voice mail, e-mail, snail mail, grail mail (holy…) and flail mail (hey, kinky). To say that the amount of sleep I get in every night, and my mental acuity, are dwindling would be a vast understatement. Any reply from me right now is likely to be “I like mittens” or “stand back, or I shall ignite homo sapiens!” or “Doctor Chandra, will I dream?” – i.e. incoherent, and only if you’re lucky will it even be relevant.
And keep in mind, this is before the baby gets here. Shine on! Shine on! 
I know, I know, probably oughtta stop blogging before I start to sound completely ludicr…oh. Never mind.
YOU’RE GONNA BURN!