Sorry, y'all. I was reading and doing other things.
Now for a game I like to play called: What Are You Doing There, Ann Miller?
Are you entering a saloon with no walls from an infinite void? Or leaving the saloon of existential dread? What do you hope to find? Or what are you trying to leave behind? The ground seems ashen and dreadful, but you seem lively and full of hope and promise.
What are you doing there, Ann Miller?
Here's Ann Miller tapping at 1 Billion Taps Per Second in "Time Out For Rhythm".
And Jamie says "you don't move your arms when you tap". Ann Miller and I say "P-shaw!"