Ah the record player. CD's could never really replace vinyl albums for me. There was just something about them that you couldn't get from a compact disc. Something to do with the look and feel. CD's were so shiny and commercial looking. Vinyl had soul. I dread the response I would get if any of my younger counterparts heard me say that. Well, ( Read more... )

I woke up with a start ( Read more... )

A muffled roar of talking floated through the heavy oak doors of the library as the students of Sunnydale High made their way from one class to another, getting in as much talking as they could before forced into another 45 minutes of silence during class ( Read more... )