location: my thinking stump
Before I get too carried away with myself: my music poll. *flutters her eyelashes* I promise that it's entirely painless.
I was watching Survivor: Panama (Exile Island) tonight and, for whatever reason, started thinking about this season's wrestling challenge. Well, I was thinking that a challenge such as that would have been better suited to Survivor: Guatemala because of the whole mad testosterone-charged homoerotic Bobby Jon/Jamie thing. And then I was thinking that I should make a Bobby Jon/Jamie icon for the rare posts in which I talk about Survivor, but I couldn't find a clear enough picture. Shucks.
Finally got out to the library today to make my copies. The weather was gorgeous and the library is really not that far from us, so I walked and felt all the better for it. While I was there I figured I would look around at the books - (you know, because I am in desperate need of more reading material) - and I discovered that the Windsor library has a rather pathetic selection of Adult Fiction, particularly in comparison to the Chatham library. Now, I don't really use the library very often, but this really surprised me. Windsor's a bigger city than Chatham. Certainly we should have a wider selection. Also, I only counted one copy machine on the second floor of the place. I swear I remember there being more than that at one time. Anyway, weird and disappointing, but I grabbed a couple books in the music section: Dylan's Visions of Sin by Christopher Ricks, Chronicles, Volume One by Bob Dylan, and The Art & Music of John Lennon by John Robertson. I doubt I'll have a chance to get through them all in three weeks, but I thought they might be interesting to take a look at.
In other news, I find this song hilarious for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that I always find myself visualizing the first bit:
Well, I took me a woman late last night,
I's three-fourths drunk, she looked all right.
'Til she started peeling off her onion gook,
She took off her wig, said, 'How do I look?'
I's high-flyin' . . . bare-naked . . . Out the window!
I'm going to stop there. I'm feeling WAY too chatty today. Oh, and I have nothing else to say about Survivor: Panama (Exile Island) except that Survivor: Panama (Exile Island) is a really long-ass name for a Survivor season, and Austin the Writer amuses me. Oh, and Aras the Yoga Instructor should have been able to hold out longer in that Immunity Challenge. That is all. Really.
I was watching Survivor: Panama (Exile Island) tonight and, for whatever reason, started thinking about this season's wrestling challenge. Well, I was thinking that a challenge such as that would have been better suited to Survivor: Guatemala because of the whole mad testosterone-charged homoerotic Bobby Jon/Jamie thing. And then I was thinking that I should make a Bobby Jon/Jamie icon for the rare posts in which I talk about Survivor, but I couldn't find a clear enough picture. Shucks.
Finally got out to the library today to make my copies. The weather was gorgeous and the library is really not that far from us, so I walked and felt all the better for it. While I was there I figured I would look around at the books - (you know, because I am in desperate need of more reading material) - and I discovered that the Windsor library has a rather pathetic selection of Adult Fiction, particularly in comparison to the Chatham library. Now, I don't really use the library very often, but this really surprised me. Windsor's a bigger city than Chatham. Certainly we should have a wider selection. Also, I only counted one copy machine on the second floor of the place. I swear I remember there being more than that at one time. Anyway, weird and disappointing, but I grabbed a couple books in the music section: Dylan's Visions of Sin by Christopher Ricks, Chronicles, Volume One by Bob Dylan, and The Art & Music of John Lennon by John Robertson. I doubt I'll have a chance to get through them all in three weeks, but I thought they might be interesting to take a look at.
In other news, I find this song hilarious for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that I always find myself visualizing the first bit:
Well, I took me a woman late last night,
I's three-fourths drunk, she looked all right.
'Til she started peeling off her onion gook,
She took off her wig, said, 'How do I look?'
I's high-flyin' . . . bare-naked . . . Out the window!
I'm going to stop there. I'm feeling WAY too chatty today. Oh, and I have nothing else to say about Survivor: Panama (Exile Island) except that Survivor: Panama (Exile Island) is a really long-ass name for a Survivor season, and Austin the Writer amuses me. Oh, and Aras the Yoga Instructor should have been able to hold out longer in that Immunity Challenge. That is all. Really.