Put your hand inside the puppet-head
This evening it occurred to me that I haven't listened to They Might Be Giants in years. I'm talking presidential terms-in-office here. Clinton's first term, maybe.
I see no reason to change that, of course.
I'm putting off writing a review of Canadian Idol sweetheart Theresa Sokyrka's new album. I think it's called "Yours Is Yours", though I can't be sure. Maybe that's one of the songs. Maybe the Arts Editor doesn't even expect me to write the review. I started playing it in the office last week -- you know, for research -- and he made me turn it off because it was so bad.
Speaking of the Sheaf, I accidentally made the thumbnails for the pdf too big, which has the delicious bonus of highlighting my design. Of course, it's usually the design on the inside that's much better, but the fireworks thing on B1 gets a passing grade. Also getting a passing grade is page B4:
With school in session now, I am able to conceptualize the full hierarchy of procrastination. In order of greatest likelihood of being put off in favor something lower on the list ...
- School - assignments/studying for tests
- School - general reading
- Sheaf - writing
- Cooking
- Folding laundry
- Posting to ye olde blogge
- Reading for pleasure
- Watching movies/tv shows I don't particularly enjoy
- Doing laundry
- Watching movies/tv shows I do enjoy
Especially if it were #11.
Which it is.




3 Comments:
You are a handsome devil in a tux.
But you would be even more debonair with a mustache.
Clearly, spoken by someone who's never seen me with a mustache. I'm onto you, anonymous!
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