Paganini lives
Did you ever feel that your whole life's in the toilet and you don't know how to jiggle the handle?

Yeah, I'm not that fond of jokes that read like a bumpersticker, but I thought that line up this evening, and what the hell, it's my web log. Just the fact that I'm thinking along those lines gives you an idea of my current outlook on life.

I heard on the classical radio station a few hours ago the cliche that the announcers often use about dead composers to drum up interest in a live event using the composers music. The line went "Paganini lives..." Wouldn't it be great if they'd spice it up by saying, "Paganini lives! Come see the reanimated corpse of Paganini this Saturday night at the Bass Concert Hall!"

I bet you'd get a much bigger crowd for my version. That's what's killing classical music -- not enough voodoo zombies.