I got to thinking about you last night. You, with your two ears and those arms and the way you squint in the early morning; and I thought to myself, how could I have been so selfish? Maybe it's not just about me getting my future told by Friday's iPod line-up, maybe you need your weekend plans forecasted, too. Maybe the iPod has something to say about your future, huh?
Y’ever think of that, Pearl?
I didn't think so.
And now that I have thought of it:
Frank’s Wild Years by Tom Waits
Saturday Night by Kaiser Chiefs
Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead
Shotgun by Southern Culture on the Skids
Kick Out the Jams by MC5
Universal Mind Control by Common
ABC by The Jackson 5
Wow. You sound a little crazy.
If only there was a polka in there and maybe some Hank Williams, huh?! Could your future get more schizophrenic?
I’m sorry. That’s just how it is. (And when it all goes crazy and you see that I was right, don’t call me for bail. You still owe me from last time.)
So! Where was I?
Oh, yes. Welcome to your weekend, everyone. I don’t know about you, but Minnesota is in the mid- to high-70s these days (that’s, like, 13 hectares in the Metric System, I believe).
And that reminds me.
Today is my 340th straight post. Weird, huh? There are technically 346 of them, but after the first 6 I went on vacation and took five days off.
I was exhausted.
There should be a celebration of some sort, don't you think? I’m pretty sure I owe every reader I have at least one beer apiece – and some of you I’ve promised dances to.
Having gone recently to a 32-hour workweek, though, what can I offer?
If only you’d caught me earlier. I used to be staggeringly wealthy.
Too bad ya missed that.
Nevertheless, I’m feeling sentimental today, and I’d like to get you something.
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