A night that turned from a song I wanted to hear, to songs I'd never heard, to reminiscences about late nights gone by and late nights to come.
I reach for the classics and let Homer inspire my indulgent witticisms.
100 years ago a boat hit an iceberg. Some lived. Some died. Some got rich off the story of which, the only salient point that burns in my brain is humanity's arrogance.
A 4.5 hour Godfather II marathon led to a wayward ramble including leap day, the nature of time, and an old favourite: the news.
I think I went from The Simpsons to Stanley Kubrick to Soundtracks to the Rheostatics, but I could be wrong.
Channeling frustration over TV out of tune.