Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
I just realized that for the last 11 years, I've been singing along with the boot-up song of every computer I've used. Thing is, though, that I always sing the 5 1/2" floppy drive song (boo-doo-dop, Beep!) whether the computer has one or not. And I was only made consciously aware of this habit five minutes ago. How peculiar.
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03:11:36 PM,Monday 18 March 2002
"Never trust a dude who cleans his face with his elbows."
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07:15:55 PM,Sunday 17 March 2002
I just got a ten-minute case of hiccups. A portend?
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03:28:54 AM,Sunday 17 March 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.:Dolly Wilde, for all the usual reasons. Green Car Nation!
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03:17:24 AM,Sunday 17 March 2002
Top unlooked-for joy of spring break so far: listening to my nephew cuss.
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03:08:39 AM,Sunday 17 March 2002
I smell like new clothes.
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08:24:53 PM,Saturday 16 March 2002
"Look. I don't know what's bothering you, but don't take your bedroom problems out on me."
I *am* Rock Hudson, or yo' mama's a skink!
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01:45:49 AM,Saturday 16 March 2002
Toad is a eunuch.
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01:41:40 AM,Saturday 16 March 2002
Severely, severely.
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07:41:14 AM,Friday 15 March 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.:Canadians.
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07:30:55 AM,Friday 15 March 2002
cosi, cosi, cosi, cosi si fa (cosi, cosi, cosi, cosi si fa.)
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04:24:50 PM,Thursday 14 March 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.: A diesel dyke in a sailor suit. Take that!
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10:30:12 PM,Wednesday 13 March 2002
What were me and my mom arguing about for two wracking hours today? The same thing that we argue about every day, Pinky. Sometimes I dream my life is a musical... a shiny, sparkly, sex-drenched Broadway musical. Oh, wouldn't it be peachy:
MOM:
I know what you're thinking:
You wonder why I love her
Out of all the daughters in the world.
That's just a first impression,
What good's a first impression?
If you knew her like I do
It would change your point of view.
If you could see her through my eyes,
You wouldn't wonder at all.
If you could see her through my eyes
I gurantee you fall(like I did)
When we're in public together
I hear society moan.
But if you could see her through my eyes
Maybe they'd leave us alone.
How can I speak of her virtues?
I don't know where to begin.
She's clever, she's smart, she reads music
She doesn't smoke or drink gin (like I do)
Yet, when we're walking together
They sneer if I'm holding her hand,
But if they could see her through my eyes
Maybe they'd all understand.
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Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs,
Ladies and Gentlemen-
Is it a crime love your kid?
Can we ever tell where the heart truly leads us?
All we are asking is eine bisschen Verstandnis-
A little understanding-
Why can't 'leben und leben lassen'?
'Live and let live'...
I understand your abjection,
I grant you the problem's no small.
But if you could see her through my eyes...
Have I been nibbling cyanide capsules? Then why are my lips bitter?!
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12:41:40 AM,Tuesday 12 March 2002
In the same spirit, T.I.A.I.L.W.: Principal Boys. In general. (Not to be confused with principled Boys.)
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08:33:29 PM,Monday 11 March 2002
It sounds so ~dirty~, coming from you.
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08:18:11 PM,Monday 11 March 2002
"When the shoulder of the road is rough & the ditch is deep"
I think that's the most poetic phrase I've ever seen in a state drivers' manual.
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08:09:23 PM,Monday 11 March 2002
I got my tooth drilled (and found out that I have 10 cavities and need another root canal). Then I flunked my learner's permit test (but they still have me down as "M", even though my mom stalked in and chewed them out to change it ahead of time, and I put "F" down very clearly on the form). I dunno. It's drizzly out.
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05:22:34 PM,Monday 11 March 2002
I just found a very interesting, very explicit Johnny's blog. Junior Annapolis Johnny. I feel like I shouldn't post it, like it'd be indiscrete. But... wow. I don't think I know her, but I'm sure y'all do. Hm!
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03:05:46 AM,Monday 11 March 2002
So damn proud. I went to an operetta in Missoula, and it didn't suck at all. Seriously. The voices were all really very good, they had buckets of fun doing it, it was silly as all hell, and I cheered. The music itself was about what I expected -- bouncy, fluffy, all sounded more or less the same -- but somehow I didn't mind. It wasn't *all* waltzes, at least, thank the jazz ants. The orchestra wasn't half bad neither. The french horns were sort of awful, but the bassoons WHUPPED lots of snout. I mainly went for the Orlofsky, and even though she was rather more panto than pants, she was pretty cute regardless. All of it was just lovely. I'll never be a sourpuss for UM music or light opera again. But... I saw another Viennese opera today and yesterday, on video, and it makes me freaking sad. I can understand how those girls with Kurt Cobain fixations feel now. When a celebrity's still alive, you can fantasize, "Maybe, just maybe, I'll go to a performance, and I'll be charming enough and reverent enough, and we'll have a conversation... dinner... ummagumma -- damnit, it could happen!" But when they're dead, and for no good reason, it's so frustrating. I can't stand it.
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03:03:33 AM,Monday 11 March 2002
