Ruffles And Flourishes
December 21, 2010
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I hope Santa brings you some Isotoner gloves for your Soul Fingers, even if you don’t look cool.
Can I Get A Witness?
December 20, 2010
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I dint know Van Morrison from a hole in the wall though he lived downa street for a spell and saw the same sunrise on the Mystic — but me, I just saw a dead dog float by and he was gone by then anyway; way later I spotted his face over and over like a hostage taken on the label in the bin I remember it was only a buck save a penny at the building nineteen and three quarters and that needle left an electrifying little wake on the platter like a boat in the fog or a dead dog on the Mystic. There’s a song or a poem or a story like a Greek with a lyre would tell in there somewheres but he took it already.
So glad to see you
So glad you’re here
Come here beside me now
We can clean inhibition away
All inhibitions
Throw them away
And when we dance like this
Like we’ve never been dancin’ before
Oh, they were swingin’
Down at kingdom hall
Oh, bells were ringin’
Down at the kingdom hall
Oh choir was singin’
Down at the kingdom hall
Hey, liley, liley, liley
Hey, liley, liley, lo
Good body music
Brings you right here
Free flowin’ motion now
When we’re shakin’ it out on the floor
Good rockin’ music
Down in your shoes
And when we dance like this
Like we’ve never been dancin’ before
Don’t Miss Maine Family Robinson, Or You’ll Miss It
December 18, 2010
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Our latest installment of Maine Family Robinson is up over at Rightnetwork: Top 10 Steaming Heaps Of Eco-Friendly / Frugal Living Horse Dung
Why not head on over and read and have a few yuks and add to our list of foolishness in the comments. If Joe the Plumber has more comments than me, I might take my own life. I already do all my own plumbing, so ritual suicide is all that’s left to me.
If I Had A Million Dollars, I’d Buy You A Monkey
December 17, 2010
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Christmas is a bit wistful this year. We won’t get to visit our relatives and a lot of our friends. There isn’t much under the tree. I hope for coal in my stocking, so I can burn it. But Christmas is cheering me up this year. Isn’t that sorta the point?
The spirit of the thing expresses itself if you let it.
To all my relatives and friends, including all my Intertunnel friends who have been so generous with their attention and praise and who’ve purchased furniture from my little store, and you doughty Amazon shoppers who’ve used our links and helped us out, we wish you laughter and joy, along with the peace of mind that the contemplation of the sublime can supply. Merry Christmas, every one.
PS: This song is chosen especially for my friend Bird Dog, who loves Napoleon Dynamite.
Update: Regular reader and commenter Sam L. requested the lyrics. We aim to please. So you aim, too, please. Or something.
Fall is here, hear the yell
Back to school, ring the bell
Brand new shoes, walking blues
Climb the fence, book and pens
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Walk with me, Suzy Lee
Through the park, by the tree
We will rest upon the ground
And look at all the bugs we’ve found
Then safely walk to school
Without a sound
Well here we are, no one else
We walked to school all by ourselves
There’s dirt on our uniforms
From chasing all the ants and worms
We clean up and now it’s time to learn
Numbers, letters, learn to spell
Nouns, and books, and show and tell
At playtime we will throw the ball
Back to class, through the hall
Teacher marks our height against the wall
And we don’t notice any time pass
We don’t notice anything
We sit side by side in every class
Teacher thinks that I sound funny
But she likes the way you sing
Tonight I’ll dream while I’m in bed
When silly thoughts go through my head
About the bugs and alphabet
And when I wake tomorrow I’ll bet
That you and I will walk together again
’cause I can tell that we
Are going to be friends
Month: December 2010
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