Worst case scenario: you’re chum.
I’d forgotten about gully cats. I wonder who taught Linus all this stuff. Between these mythical animals and the Great Pumpkin, it’s a wonder he got the Christmas story right.
I didn’t feel like looking up the correct spelling.
I read a book called “The Lathe of Heaven” where a psychiatrist realizes his patient’s dreams have the power to change reality. He uses the young man to try to change the world more to his liking. He tries to get him to eliminate racism. His solution is to make everybody gray. The middle ground.
Oh, I quit the clarinet long before that.
Actually, the bar stool was the wrong height for the bar.
Maybe there is a middle ground they are trying to reach.
Isn’t there enough garbage in the world without using magic to create more of it?
Cut him some slack. He was just looking for something to roll in.
I remember trying to learn chromatic scales on the clarinet. I can only imagine how they would sound on a violin.