Summer returned for an encore this weekend. Yesterday I took advantage of the weather and revisited a state park and beach that was a lot larger than I remembered, taking some great pictures and even a video. Today I relaxed in the sand with a book under a blue sky near a flock of seagulls. And tonight I took on a last minute gig, driving with my dad and our friend Bill to a nice hotel on the South shore of Long Island, to play some tunes for a former senator at some political shindig. Has it really been but two days? I should do more on weekends; the ones spent in my room seem to go by so fast that it scarcely feels like I'm away from work. This weekend FELT like a weekend, and of course no weekend is punctuated without this week's PHANTASMIC LINKS:
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MCF is a mild-mannered
artist from the suburbs.
His knowledge of obscure
comic book characters
is more powerful than Gladiator
of the Shi'ar Imperial Guard on
an ego-trip. Able to leap topics
in a single sentence faster than
a speeder-bike on the moon of
Endor, MCF has never written
about himself in the third person
and now dreads the day he
utters aloud the fateful phrase,
"MCF is gettin' upset!"