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Today at swim practice, a jigsaw puzzle led to a protest song which fed into a discussion on husky soul voices, which, in turn, opened up a well of desire to hear my Louis Armstrong interpretation of the Honey Nut Cheerios theme. Man, I used to be amazing at that, back when it was my private cerealtime ritual. Now, though, as times have changed and everything's fodder for a guffaw, I've lost the magic. I can't even get to the snapping without cracking a smile and falling out of character! Don't even get me started on the horrible tapering at the end...I think I'll forfeit swim practice in favor of brushing up on my One True Talent. And finishing that jigsaw puzzle.
Billy wants to coauthor "The Shit I've Received and Why I Didn't Deserve It," with an unwelcome contribution of factual footnotes. I asked if it would be all right if I had his portion printed in Wingdings, but he didn't seem especially amenable to that proposal.