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2004-02-26 - 1:58 p.m. My nephew cracks me up. As many of you know, there has been an ongoing battle between him and his mom re the music he listens to. While I agree with most of you that Korn et al. hardly deserves to be called music, I defend to my death his right to listen to it. However, my sister feels "compelled by God" to prevent him from succumbing to Satan's evil plan by forbidding him to listen to most of what he wants to hear. He goes to a Christian Club after school, which should be good enough for her, but it's not. So the guy that runs the club lent my nephew some CDs to listen to that he thought might be up his alley. This is what he had to say about them: "I knew they would have no trace of angst or anything, but I didn't think they'd be like "Oh, lord your name is lovely." Then, "It actually had good guitar, but I can't stand to listen to something that is THAT 'wholesome'." Nor can I Andy, nor can I. Wholesome is for breakfast. ______________________________________ Vickie and I were wondering the other night, Country Ducks-n-Blue or Wood Ducks-n-Plaid? It seems like the answer is clear, but really, they are both just too frightening to ponder. And I think we all know what my answer is anyway. ______________________________________ Another superb quote from my nephew: "I don't wear any kind of 'smell enhancer' except for deodorant." ______________________________________ When I was in 1st Grade, there was a girl who sat behind me (all the way through grammar school actually), due to the alphebetology of our surnames, but it's first grade where our tale begins. We were allegedly best friends, as evidenced by the fact that every day, several times a day, she would ask me, "Are you still my best friend?" Well, here I thought I was special for years until someone else in my class told me she asked her the same thing every day too! Cheap little whore! 6 year old two-timing jezebel! But we remained friends, though apparently not "best friends," until 8th grade in spite of the fact that I was a weirdo Duranie Valley Girl wannabe, and she referred to her pants as "slacks." I have no doubt she's a soccer mom or something equally repellant now. I bet she has kids that she tries to protect from Satan's evil plans! I mean, slacks? What was she, 10? ______________________________________ Doesn't a night time Swamp Tour sound like fun? I didn't realize they did those until I read about them yesterday. Of course, anyone could just get a little dinghy or a canoe and go out in the swamps at night, which would up the fear/excitement factor even more. But I don't really want to wake up an alligator by poking an oar in its eye, so I'd rather go with someone who knows what they are doing. But yeah, I'm all about a night time Swamp Tour. ______________________________________ And without trying to sound too bragadocious, can I just point out that although there are at least 117+ reasons Niklas Rules, the one I want to tell YOU about right now involves me and him and David Bowie and some backstage passes. Gee, I sure am the luckiest gal alive :D song of the day: Kevlarsjal - Kent penelope fact: Crazy May is a fat fat fattypants. something queer: Having a case of the nothing to do at work, tooling around online all day guilties... |