It tasted like tapioca and pickles.

hmm.. better than tapioca.

This morning, I'd intended to get up early so I'd have plenty of time to pack and load into my gig, but I ended up sleeping in an hour longer. When I did eventually get up, I played with my kitties, made an omelette, watched an episode of 30 Rock, and took a quick peek at my video queue. With all this dilly-dallying I would have to be quick in order to load up, drive and set up before the 12 noon downbeat. I got there about 17 til, and was set up by a few minutes after noon, which wasn't a big deal, since rehearsals usually start 5-10 minutes late.

After rehearsal, I came home and ate some tapioca, read this sift talk post, read kp's comment and then eventually posted my own comment. This is that comment.

After posting and re-reading, I considered fixing up some of the poor grammar and run on sentences, but eventually decided against it.

I DON'T F*IN' GET IT

is it too much to ask to get some description on the video posts?

What song is he referring to?
I'm not 40 years old. I don't know it. And I don't find anything tapioca/cuba-related to Ricky Ricardo.

You know what's gross? Tapioca. It's like eyeballs. In fucking tea. No thanks.

You know what else is not a good idea? Shrimp cocktail with tapioca pudding. And bourbon. I'm guessing about the bourbon part, but I don't think I'm far off.