It’s Mad Ape Day ‘09! “Huh?” you say. But it’s no gag. May Ten is the day we all try to say it in one, or two, or one and two. You can see how I do it, can you not?

We dig a hot jam. Not “jam” as in the goo you get out of a jar (it’s OK too) but “jam” as in the hip, fly bit of the “Do Re Mi” you get on the FM tip. A hot one can get us to bop as if we are in the kid set, the way it was for us an eon ago!

If it’s a bad day for us, why let us get a bit of the Who in our ear, and it’s as if all is OK! Or if not the Who, we dig Yes, too. Or REM, or the Who, or Jay-Z, or K.C. and the Sun-Lit Mob. Rap, pop, R&B, ska… if we can do a jig to it, it’s OK by us!

Our one law is: If it’s so non-low it can get you to put thy paw set on thy ear set, YOU ARE TOO OLD!

Don it: so you can go out of thy pad, but not let all who see you see thy nip set.

Do not don it: on the day you get wed. OK, we get it, you do not yen to put a tux on. But do you not own a tie?

To put it on is to say: “I’ve got a big, big mp3 set on my PC (or Mac, if you are a Mac guy/gal).”

We say the hue is: Jet

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