There Was An Earthquake Which De-Railed my Train of Thought

[sharkeysparka]

Stayed up 'til midnight to see Jimmy Fallon last night... Love They Might Be Giants' new album to bits. My younger sister was all, 'Flansburgh has a beard now? Whoah.' And I said 'Yes, he does, which is semi-odd because he shaves his arms/ legs, but not his face, now...' And that got me thinking, why did you grow a beard, Flans? Which led to a thought about Richard Nixon (whatever happened to him?), which led to a thought about that new opera, Nixon in China, and I wondered if I should see it. Which led me to think, 'Oh I should practise my Kronungs-messe solos before I forget', but it was like midnight, and I didn't want to wake anyone. Then I started thinking about a dream I had the other night, where I was a mass-murderer and I killed my husband, but it wasn't that scary, and that led me to think of my husband, which led me to think of dinner, which I made, a nice stir-fry with udon noodles, which led me to think, oh shit, I did not turn the stove off.

So thank you, John Flansburgh, for reminding me to turn the stove off.

Jeez.