Mark McKinney should always be dressed as a cat, alternating between affected nonchalance and wild, frenzied pawing at the air.
“I’m staying real still; motionless. In fact, when there’s a bird around, I like to pretend I’m a…a log. Yeah, yeah, that’s it, a log. Cos logs are still. They don’t move. Take it, boys.
[Cut to a cat band composed of Dave on piano, Kevin on drums, Bruce on bass, and Scott dancing; all is as it should be.]
It's a lean month, money-wise, and I have been sitting with an open browser window for an hour trying to figure out if I want to spend $30 for a discounted ticket to see KITH live in Baltimore in a couple of weeks.
I am taking this regular column, which happens almost every Monday, as a sign that I should do it.
Right?
I totally bought the ticket. I am excellent at finding signs in the universe that confirm what I want to do anyway.
I don't believe in signs from the universe when they are inconvenient to me.
It was a revelation in high school when I figured out how easy it is to do that to your hair. Ten minutes and you’re DONE for the day.
Yes. This is exactly how signs are meant to work.