I don’t think I can adequately describe how happy this made me.
Wow. I feel like my brain came close to exploding for a minute there.
Update: This news also makes me happy. Minor spoiler warnings all around, by the way.
"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
This, give or take, is what June sounded like for me:
I feel like I’m locked into the 12-song-a-month limit that I imposed on myself back in January, but it’s become a little ridiculous — to the point that I’m thinking of putting together another mix of “also-rans,” the one or two songs from each month that would have made the cut, if only I was allowing myself thirteen, fourteen, or fifteen songs instead of twelve. Of course, hardly anybody but me is hearing these mixes, so maybe it’s a moot point. The offer of a one-on-one trade still stands.
I really like putting together these mixes — it’s a little like in High Fidelity where Rob’s record collection is arranged not alphabetically but autobiographically — but, if I do it again next year, I think the 12-song limit is out.