So not making this stuff up. I was at my desk this morning basking in the warm glow of the giant dual screen setup seriously scrutinizing seismic data when the iPhone spontaneously started to play Al Johnson’s “Carnival Time.” Not only is the girl growing scarily self-aware, she has good timing and great taste in music. And yet, it’s 2012. Await the iApocalypse. Happy Carnival, y’all! It may be our last!
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Happy Carnival, Maitri! Once again, here at home, it’s Allison Big Chief Tootie Montana Day, by resolution passed in City Council once again, and tonight, quite close to my house, the streetcar rolls out of the barn with the Phunny Phorty Phellows heralding the season. Good times.