Swinging 60's?

I think I have gone slightly retro in the last couple of weeks. I rather enjoy wearing loud, contrasting colours, I've started to listen to the oldies stuff like Del Shannon and Simon and Garfunkel, and my hair is taking a distinctive hippy turn!
This doesn't particularly bother me, so long as I don't start saying stuff like "groovy". If that happens, I may have to take a short drop with a sharp stop.
I was contemplating this latest twist on my rollercoaster of life whilst in the middle of a Sustainable Practice lecture, which probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, as working out what my chinese lecturer is saying takes up at least three quarters of your concentration, before you even begin to try and understand the content!
I was jolted out of my reverie by the words "flying mattresses". At first I panicked, as I thought someone had beaten me in the race to invent airbourne beds; that is until my brain kicked into gear and translated the offending phrase into "multiplying matrices", which in my opinion is just as useful as a flying mattress.
Not very, but suspiciously satisfying.
I had better go and eating something now, for if I leave it any longer I will be slightly worse than useless when I go to the gym with Joey later.

The Genius of Simon and Garfunkel

I can't believe that I have only just discovered Simon and Garfunkel's work to be honest. I remember when I was about 12, I asked my friend of then seven years what sort of music he'd been listening to recently, and he said something about Fleetwood Mac and Simon and Garfunkel, and I just dismissed it, because as far as my childish mind knew, they weren't "in" and therefore I wasn't gonna make many friends by listening to them; how shallow.
In hindsight, my friend was so much more cooler than me, or anyone I knew!
I've found the dulcet tones to be rather soothing, and it stops my flatmate from banging on the wall to turn the music down in the evenings. Win-win much?
Having said that, I'm now playing The Offspring rather loudly...old habits die hard, though it's more because their song "(Can't Get My) Head Around You" has been chasing around my skull since the service this morning, where Daf was talking about how God "isn't the same god of other religions but with a different name". I found myself accidently humming a few bars, before remembering I was in church.
Admittedly it doesn't really have much of a connection, but hey, I have a strange mind.

This blog has an alternate reason for existance; I'm going to post the comics that mon homies and I have been dreaming up, using what one of my friends from home calls a headnoise.
So yeah, Sweet Procrastination strip one I suppose...