I’ve caught earworms and I don’t think there’s anything in my medical kit to take care of them. Two songs keep running through my head here in Madagascar:
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In 1998, through some twist of fate, I was given a free upgrade to first class on a flight from Washington DC to Cape Town. That’s about a 23-hour flight; exactly the kind of flight where …
Kurt Cobain committed suicide 20 years ago. Only five years before that Nirvana was an obscure band touring and playing in dive bars such as The Sun Club in Tempe.
Lamenting the loss of civil neighborly communication on our society, I volunteer to trespass.
Here’s another one that I wrote with Ronwhistle a long long time ago. Learning the art of bullshit detection requires contact with bullshit artists. This is a tribute to those who honed our skills.
My friend Ronwhistle was driving one day and saw a very hot (as in attractive) school bus driver. He wrote the chorus and the first line, and entrusted me with the rest.
Waiting at a train crossing, I noticed this car ahead of me with “BCIVL” on the license plate. That means you should say “excuse me” after you BRPNFRT.
Right now I’m trying to remember the name of the rival high school to my high school. I’m drawing a complete blank. This makes me happy.
The weightlifters at our high school had a peculiar way of walking, which we called “Dechromium Cob.”
When police arrived they discovered a 21-year-old man changing the pitch of his voice to act out both sides of the fighting couple.