Uninspired again – here’s some qrap for you. Beep beep boop.
Noise is okay, I see people so rarely, that I talk nonstop when I do. But most of the time …
Shhhh Q is for quiet … The older I get, the more quiet I want. I can easily spend days alone, not even listening to music. When I do play music, eardrums do not burst; this from the brat with a poster saying, ‘if it’s too loud, you’re too old’ on her wall, once upon a long ago. It’s a natural progression as far as I can tell, one minute you’re whizzing from club to gig to rave to festival; the next you’re sitting listening to birdcalls and nattering to your dog. I love quiet almost as much as I love silence.
Queens of the Stone Age (QOTSA)
Some people/organisations define the Q in LGBTQ as ‘questioning’. Some saunter paste that with barely a glance, and proceed to keep it way, way sexier.
“Queer is an umbrella term for sexual and gender minorities that are not heterosexual or cisgender. Originally meaning strange or peculiar, queer came to be deployed pejoratively against those with same-sex desires or relationships in the late-19th century.” (Wiki)
Oh LOL, Suzi Quatro … “in the underpass / I wanna feel your ass” Perhaps not the most profound lyrics ever (especially as most of it consists of its title and some beeps), but it’s a sweet old fashioned chuckle and Ms Quatro was always easy on the eye. BRB looking for an underpAss.
Questions, I likes ’em. You guys know it, because I leap upon memes containing questions with all the alacrity of a shark on blood. I like answering questions and I like asking them too.
Queen – and Mister Mercury will always be missed.
Quentin Tarantino – need I say more?