Just squeaking in under the deadline. I spent much of today learning about the hideous effects of not washing your hands. Not firsthand (so to speak), but in a class that is also supernaturally concerned with the temperatures of various substances and, in one inexplicable instance, finger cots.
In other news, on Saturday, I heard a call-in show featuring a serious discussion about the agenda of our alien overlords.
It was the most sensible thing I have ever encountered on AM radio.
I am going to dream of aliens wearing finger cots tonight, I just know it.
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This great new Goblin song is by someone who calls himself (or herself) Herr Lipp. If I stopped to make a pun about that, I will miss my Content Challenge deadline, and so we carry on . . .
To the tune of Charlene's "I've Never Been to Me"
Hey Goblin, you Goblin, cursing at your life
You're a precious Boston terrier to a man without a wife
I've no doubt you dream about the squirrels you’ll never catch
But, I wish someone had talked to me
‘Bout this civic booby hatch...
Oh, I took Manhattan and dressed in satin in Central Park for a run
Was well in hand (a neurotic man who rarely appears in the sun)
But I will surely bark it, I went downmarket, all for a yard with a tree
I've been to Baltimore and I really need to pee
[spoken]
Hey, you know what Baltimore is?
It's a bargain, with prices on real estate that you
can hardly believe
But you know what truth is?
It's that stuffed animal you’re holding, it's that man
you wanted to run away from this morning
The same one who’ll clip your toenails tonight
That's truth, that's love...
[verse]
Sometimes I see those yuppies with brand-new puppies
that haven’t pooped in the snow
They think cute is a substitute for the things that
they don’t know
But hey, your life ain’t sucky, you’re pretty lucky to
be coddled by
a crazy
Hey Goblin...
I've been to Baltimore (I've been to Baltimore)
And I really need to pee
I sort of cried when I read this, but I also couldn’t figure out some of the line breaks, so those two feelings may have canceled each other out.
Back to the bacteria . . .
