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November 10, 2005



wow, that song was the perfect length for me to get off my ass and do the dishes, then sit back down and read your next post.

So, did you, or did you not wear your PJs during the day when you were sick or not?


PJ's with little cowboys and feetsies?


and let's not forget the easily folded-down back door.

Robin Lionheart

And if you'd like to measure out your afternoon in coffee spoons and T.S. Eliot, download an MP3 of the poet reading "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock".

For I have known them all already, known them all: --
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?


I was never a big T.S. Eliot fan. They kept making me read him in college and telling me how great he was. I suppose they were right. I mean, he's got his own trading card and everything.

I much prefer the poet Lloyd Cole:

"It was a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam

with double pneumonia and a single room

and the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

are you laughing at me now? May I please laugh along with you?"

You can hear that one on "Easy Pieces", I think. Nice guitar work, too.


Hey, Crash Test Dummmies fan! I made a link to your blog from a posting I made on mine.

The anti-Bush sentiment is much appreciated.

Keep up the good work.


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