Ok. If you are, for whatever reason, a little bit sad or bummed out, here's what I want you to do:

Put on your headphones or crank up your stereo and play the song "We Like to Party" by the Vengaboys.

We like to party

We like, we like to party

We like to party

We like, we like to party

We like to party

We like, we like to party

We like to party

Ive got something to tell ya
Ive got news for you
Gonna put some wheels in motion
Get ready cause were coming through
Hey now, hey now, heres what I say now
Happiness is just around the corner
Hey now, hey now, heres what I say now
Well be there for you

The vengabus is coming
And everybodys jumping
New York to San Francisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body

We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party

Hey now, hey now, heres what I say now
Happiness is just around the corner
Hey now, hey now, heres what I say now
Well be there for you

The vengabus is coming
And everybodys jumping
New York to San Francisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body

The vengabus is coming
And everybodys jumping
New York to San Francisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body

We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party
We like to party
We like, we like to party

The vengabus is coming, the vengabus is coming
The vengabus is coming, the vengabus is coming

The vengabus is coming
And everybodys jumping
New York to San Francisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body

The vengabus is coming
And everybodys jumping
New York to San Francisco
An intercity disco
The wheels of steel are turning
And traffic lights are burning
So if you like to party
Get on and move your body

The vengabus is coming

If you are able and it is an appropriate place for you to do so, take off your clothes and dance around in your underwear to this song.

You will feel better. I promise.

Posted by: Flibbertigibbet at 01:09 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment
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Apropros to recent posts, reader Sompopo shared this hilarious poem about hair:

I'm aware some stare at my hair
In fact, to be fair, some really despair of my hair
But I don't care
For they're not aware
Nor are they debonair
In fact, they're just square.
They see hair down to there and go off on a tear.
I say, no fair.
A head that's bare is really nowhere.
So be like a bear
Be fair with your hair
Show it you care
Wear it to there, or to There, or to THERE if you dare.
My wife bought some hair at a fair to use as a spare
Did I care? Au contraire.
Spare hair is fair.
In fact, hair can be rare.
Fred Astaire got no hair
Nor does a chair
Or a chocolate eclair
And where is the hair on a pear?
Nowhere, mon fraire.
Now that I've shared my affair of the hair, I think I'll repair to my lair and use Nair- do you care?

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Today is one of those days.

I woke up this morning at 4:45. Well, more accurately, that was the last time I woke up this morning because I had woken up several times before that. I got out of bed not long after that, though.

I was in the office by 6:30.

I left the office this evening at 7. It was a long day.

Then I went and saw The Children of Men. While the movie is well done and more compelling than most adventures in dystopia, the camera work was horrible (even if appropriate to the subject matter) and that, too, made for a long day.

I'm home now.

Oddly, I'm not tired, though. I really kind of feel like going out and checking out the hot menfolk here on this little island.

Let's face it, though: that would not be a good plan. Remember how we're not spending money? Remember how we don't want to get a cold like almost everyone else around this place? It's best I just stay in.

But, Men of Manhattan, hear this: you almost had your heart broken tonight, but it is only my infinite mercy that spared your delicate feelings. All the more reason to line up for tomorrow evening because I'm such a sweet fella.

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