F**K! Hours of work lost!
I worked all night on fulfilling the obligations of holding the musical baton that had been passed to me by pi22seven, complete with graphics and links, etc. and when I hit the magic "post" button, rather than posting, it sent me to the log-in page, which some bloggers may recognize as the kiss of death for your post. Thankfully, Blogger now has that "recover post" option. Regrettably, it only recovered a small fraction of it. And now it's 6:30 AM. I don't have it in me to reconstruct it and pull all the links together again. Whaaaa!
The only thing lessening the annoyance of this was my son telling me that he decided to start a page on MySpace and giving me the address. After reading the "Heroes" section, I'll forgive little Negro Joe (a nickname he's embraced and used in his page's URL) for neglecting to point out that he's only half negro in the page's first incarnation, and for giving the impression that he "never so much as gazed at a Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Sex Pistols, or Chili Peppers album, all of which reside on shelves in this house, some on both vinyl and CD. He's borrowed them from me many times. Maybe he was really talking about Kiss or Ozzy Osborn, because he owns several of the others he listed... But none the less, I think he really is the neatest kid ever!