Flat Out on 57th Street

Manhattan has gone crisp and lit by gods.
Ye gods.
Compelled just to wander around like a gauping pavement loon staring up at the reflectives.
Ended up walking 100 blocks or more before I knew it yesterday.
Snap happy munky.

One of the joys of internet life is drive-by jingle making. Churn out a quick, stewpid song, knock on the door, leave it on the doormat, and run away. The Bunchofpants radio jingle was not meant for utility, just to induce moment-of-stress-relieving grin. Tune to her little corner of the radio play pen a week Wednesday 8-10 PM EST, 'cus the nutter just might play it :)

Moosakily, this week I are mostly going over Tomohawk Kid's beats n pieces to see if Ican construct something lucid ontop. I'm also recruiting other Flickroids and Flickrettes to contribute to this global cross-pollination as Ian aptly puts it. So, if you're reading this and you want in....

I keep brushing brains with My Kind of People on Flickr. Amazes me really. This week, megamuse Selkie has clearly shown that she not only already lives inside my own mind, but she's set up a little fort out of the sofa in there from which to jump out at passing mammals. There's also talk of a NYC Flickr debauch soon, which could be interesting...