Danger is in the Bolts not the Volts

Firstoff: Have you flashed back to your former self and were you playing with robots? Mebee? Well there were robots in my closet. This shot is from the Museum of Sci and Ind from a few years back. It's a tease because The Milkshake will be doing a segment all about your old-time toy favs. Stay tuned in the coming weeks. Secondish: A couple of you let me know you totally enjoyed the posts from the last week or so. Merci! One of you liked the Breeze post and somehow that led to chatting about the word 'spiffy'. Why? We don't have a clue. But it was determined that spiffy means cool, clean and maybe with turtle wax, mebee. (That's twice I've said 'mebee' --oops, make that three times now.) Also the hits on the Milkshake blog went thru the roof Friday. Wow. You guys like nostalgia. Dunka! (It has been noted by my production crew.) Thirdliness: you all know the Milkshake is just crammed-loaded with content, ie songs, science, and nonsense, especially nonsense, and will continue to be---just to blow you along thru the fall season carefree as the wind and when we reach November, hereby christened 'Whovember', the month of The Who concert, we will play steamer-trunk-loads of The Who. Look out for some Who overload. And then we will rock you out with a fantastically funrific December and Christmas with several first-ever blog post features along with tons of nostalgic and feel-good junk in all manner and kind.

Crank this one to 11 because one, you need to rock, and two, Rick's voice becomes robotic on the outro. (That's music-speak for at the ending.) I always thought that was so cool. Listen as it morphs into robotica. BTW--luv dem glasses! (Who knew that 30 years later mine were going to be bigger!!) Yeeeeowch!!!