Swinging Singles Club MN

  I'm out of a lot of things. Like patience. I kind of lost a lot of this past off week from work because I was finally going through the other computer and did up a fuckton of vinyl from the past year. Two whole nights of scanning seven inch sleeves. Hours spent ripping and tagging. It was a lot of fucking work spread over several days/nights. And at some point between the two blogs, you may get the opportunity to benefit from all this toil. I even managed to get up early enough one day to actually leave the house and hit up some record stores and came away with a couple dozen more local Mn things for dirt cheap. Buy it when I see it or I may never get the chance again. If nothing else, I'll have a nice archive of rare things that can be donated to a library when I kick because some of the stuff that I used to see regularly is getting tougher and tougher to locate. Now where were we? Ah yes. Milk So Many Dynamos (1996) Swansong for Milk. All good things must eventually come to...

  I have approximately five minutes to type this up before I have to attend to some kitchen business in the other room. Wish me luck.     Succeeding/Receding (1994) Got Milk? Here you go. Three minutes. Made it.

 There's only a couple of posts in the queue so I guess it's time to throw a few into the mix so I can ignore it for a couple of weeks again. I'm making mac and cheese.  I can't use one of those nasty boxes though. Powdered cheese skeeves me out. I make a béchamel and then throw in a bunch of cheese. It's great stuff. The problem is that were bake it, the leftovers would be dry and crusty after the pasta sucked up all the delicious juice. So I keep the two separate and only put them together when I'm ready to eat them. I'm considering doing up a smaller baking dish tonight so I can run it under the broiler and get a little panko crust on top for tonight. Which leads into this set of posts because béchamel is made with Milk.   Ear (1993) Milk. They were. They aren't. There's not much of a digital footprint left of them that I could find with anything particularly pertinent. Partly because they existed in the pre-internet days and were done before the...