What, for perhaps the first time in years no weekend community calendar? A microcosm (I’ve concocted?) for how crappy computers — get on their case — can keep us from conveying the news (of bands and all those great specialty drinks)

During a whole batch of late-night typing to get out this week’s community calendar, well after bar time, (deadlines suck), I swear that the computer’s mouse arrow is moving (drifting) westward on the screen without me touching it. My gosh, am I still tipsy enough to think I’m seeing that? For more about how crappy computers rule and sometimes ruin our lives, and keep you in my case from knowing about the latest bands and specialty drinks, read on. (And this is perhaps the first time I’ve actually gone around this rodeo, of not being just a bit late, but not showing up all weekend with the weekly news of where to go at all!)
With all that said, can I sue the whole computer industry, every last byte, over combined and prevailing (and here I admit vastly overstated) incompetence? I was trying to post my Picks of the Week entry the other day, and I swear I saved the work first, but ended up losing permanently not only the lead paragraph that I typed on Friday, but body copy that had already been saved midweek! All gone. How does this happen. I’m afraid that even though my computer is, I swear, older than any disco song, it falls prey to that years long bugaboo — feeling the pressure to be the first to get the new technology out there fast and corner the market BEFORE THEY HAVE WORKED OUT ALL THE BUGS. But I Will Survive. So anyway, with that, and a blatant lack of any acceptance on my behalf for any computer misdeeds, here is the couldn’t-be-resurrected-because-of-time-constraints bit of humor and headline that I tried to tell you but was frozen out of — the Scandinavian gentleman, I’m assuming on both counts, aptly named Lars, who played the Moose patio … the chance with an even better name to switch up and see Dan Switch, as even if your squeeze and you can’t decide where to go, its better not to fight but Switch, again by going to the Moose … the piano strains if you can enjoy taking in a multi-media type and do the hence geography, of a woman who is not only active downtown in Hudson with her act, but also a few blocks nextdoor at the Phipps, in Woodbury theater and that all around the St. Croix Valley, and even squeezing in some venues specializing in light opera among all her styles, which were shown at Urban Olive and Vine … and a few blocks from there the new Taste of Hudson in the park event, with way more than a baker’s dozen local and area craft brews and the like, not to mention the eats … and lastly a brotherly batch of bands that goes beyond 93-X Brotherhood Beer, likely in the main well-called-for styles of past years, at Good Neighbor Days in Roberts. Whew!

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