Blocky sirens, drug barons and sad moderators

Now that I have signed my soul away to the devil and become an active blogger [ from my own volition, may I add ]. I've just decided to do something nice and relaxed today while I listen to some mellow jazz. I swear I'm not fifty years old. What's wrong with liking some Brubeck? … Continue reading Blocky sirens, drug barons and sad moderators