Bad Blood

Some days I wish I could sit on a park bench fee­ding birds all day, or at least spend all day watching those who do. Research, semi­nars, and wor­king with an assis­tant who oozes a musty/sweet asphy­xia­ting per­fume, are all wea­ring me down.

I love most every minute of my world, but there is that rare minute in which I yearn for escape. There are moments when I find myself wishing I had exten­ded the time of my life in which the life of Pi was plau­si­ble, if only by a few months.

This is my whi­ning board. Feels good.

I cau­sed some bad blood with my first Com­pul­sion post. It was simply a WTF of Neil Sedaka sin­ging Bad Blood. Refreshing to get com­plaint mail. I haven’t had any in some time. Believe me there is nothing that was good about that per­for­mance, and no Brea­king Up is Hard To Do doesn’t make up for it.

Favo­rite line of the day Wonkette’s “Here’s vul­gar, fecal repli­cant Joe Lie­ber­man”.

Peace

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