I always feel like a elite hacker, after spending a few minutes going through all the possibilities of the username/password combination for an account I haven’t used in a while. Anonymous will be recruiting me any minute.
My Life, My Way
Occasionally, I see patterns in media. So much has been produced there’s bound to be some overlap here and there, such as my previous compilation of “Hey” used in music. For some time now, I’ve noticed a reoccurring theme in some songs, namely the idea that it’s my life, and I’ll live it my way, and no one can tell me how, and I won’t back down etc. etc. Maybe it’s the rebellious nature of Rock and Roll, or maybe it’s just a common human sentiment. Regardless, I cobbled together some examples:
November
November November,
No more leaf splendor.
Commence blowing with my Black and Decker lawn cleanser.