breakfast oatmeal

well, the music didn’t, my dancing did
I. CANNOT. HELP. DANCING. TO GOOD MUSIC. CANNOT.
To boot, I am also enjoying my music library in chronological order. !!! I never thought I would, so I never before listened to it that way. It’s why I have beaucoup playlists — muchas (demasiadas), molte, viele, muitos. You get the idea. Anyhow, it’s quite interesting and exciting. And there is a slew of moving songs that have extended my photographing and prepping the oatmeal, but … I can’t help it.
I mean, really:
Thievery Corporation
Queen
George Michael
JLo
Bad Company
Dido
Maluma
Michael Anthony
Little Shop of Horrors 😱
… as I mentioned recently, I like a lot of things.
I dislike (may even abhor) a few. One now added to those few (injustice, lies, bigotry, undue silence, winter, expectations) is spam. Not as in the spam we as kids liked on our plates (Yes, we did! Well, I did. Don’t know about my siblings.), but as in the spam clogging this blog =\.