Oh, I know that she's disgusted. (Oh why's that)
'Cause she's feeling so abused. (Oh that's too bad)
She gets tired of the lust, (Oh I'm so sad)
But it's so hard to refuse.
Can you say that I'm too old,
When the angels have stolen my red shoes?
(Elvis Costello)
****
Nothing new. I really should be writing that essay of the 1938 Pecan Shellers' Strike but for some reason I just can't get into it. I'm hoping the professor will be an easy-grader. She seems to be an easy-grader, in that on our first week's essay she told me that in all her years of teaching this course my essay was the best she'd ever seen (oh okay), but then it appears from the average that everyone in the class got the same highest grade. So. Okay. To me this says that I don't have to try so hard.
So. I just need to get my act together and begin. And then finish the thing. (Ten pages doesn't scare me like it used to.)
Blah blah. I think I'm going to have to call the mower guy, mower guy 2, to take a look at my dysfunctional mower. Hopefully not in an Argentinian Trade Mission kind of way. Probably not in a hiking the Appalachian Trail way. Possibly not in a I need to recharge after a difficult legislative session in which I battled lawmakers over how to spend federal stimulus money way.
Though you never know. Particularly considering the stuff that's been stuck in my dumb head lately. Though h...
Tangent: I just took one of those dumb Facebook quizzes and here's the result for the week of my birth:
You can't stand restrictions and aim to keep your freedom at all costs. You believe there is a wrong way and a right way of doing things and will stick up for what you believe in. One of your strongest weapons is laughter or ridicule which you do not hesitate to pull out of your formidable verbal arsenal. But you are forgiving and tend to give second chances and will not quit valuable relationships easily. You are a high speed player who gets annoyed with slow responses, you are bright, perky and alert, but can come off abrasive. You tend to get stressed easily and lash out with irony or sarcasm. You have quick impulses and a fertile imagination and are constantly dreaming up new plans or schemes - but sometimes you tend to forget pressing matters such as paying the bills. In your lifetime you may leave enough unfinished projects to occupy a dozen people and not meaning to you often break promises. You are emotionally volatile and not at all shy about verbalizing your discontent in fact you can become a constant complainer. You are a loyal partner but tire of routine and often need a change of scene. You are not above emotional manipulation and turn on the charm when you want to get your way. You have a high sex appeal and few can resist your charm. Strengths: Witty - Charismatic - Technically Gifted Weaknesses: Tyrannical - Manipulative - Complaining
Hmm. Except I NEVER forget to pay bills. (Do I really complain a lot? And I apologize for all the emotional manipulation...)
What was I saying? Where was I? Oh. Thinking salacious stuff. Wondering if this means it is or is not a good time to get my mower repaired. (Why does everything relentlessly strike me as a sexual euphemism? I blame Mark Sanford.) Maybe if my, heh, mower's been broke this long it should just go ahead and stay broke?
Eh. The bottom (here we go again with the euphemisms...) line is that after four years of utter, total celibacy, it's probably not a good idea to, you know, end that condition with just anyone. Possibly at all. And anyway, mower guy 2 is not on my short list. You know. Doesn't everyone have a short list? Of people they'd like to, you know. And my short list is very short. The smarter I got, the shorter the list. I'm not entirely sure what that means. But I think my short list has been reduced to three, and two of them are people with whom I've already, you know.
Anyway. I better do something about that Pecan Shellers' paper. And I need to write something impressively smart about Singer's The Key and at this point, although I read it last month, I'm coming up completely blank about the whole entire short story. (Oh wait. Now I remember: The old lady locked out of her apartment.)
So no Argentinean Trade Missions today for me. (Oh well.)
Later.
'Cause she's feeling so abused. (Oh that's too bad)
She gets tired of the lust, (Oh I'm so sad)
But it's so hard to refuse.
Can you say that I'm too old,
When the angels have stolen my red shoes?
(Elvis Costello)
****
Nothing new. I really should be writing that essay of the 1938 Pecan Shellers' Strike but for some reason I just can't get into it. I'm hoping the professor will be an easy-grader. She seems to be an easy-grader, in that on our first week's essay she told me that in all her years of teaching this course my essay was the best she'd ever seen (oh okay), but then it appears from the average that everyone in the class got the same highest grade. So. Okay. To me this says that I don't have to try so hard.
So. I just need to get my act together and begin. And then finish the thing. (Ten pages doesn't scare me like it used to.)
Blah blah. I think I'm going to have to call the mower guy, mower guy 2, to take a look at my dysfunctional mower. Hopefully not in an Argentinian Trade Mission kind of way. Probably not in a hiking the Appalachian Trail way. Possibly not in a I need to recharge after a difficult legislative session in which I battled lawmakers over how to spend federal stimulus money way.
Though you never know. Particularly considering the stuff that's been stuck in my dumb head lately. Though h...
Tangent: I just took one of those dumb Facebook quizzes and here's the result for the week of my birth:
You can't stand restrictions and aim to keep your freedom at all costs. You believe there is a wrong way and a right way of doing things and will stick up for what you believe in. One of your strongest weapons is laughter or ridicule which you do not hesitate to pull out of your formidable verbal arsenal. But you are forgiving and tend to give second chances and will not quit valuable relationships easily. You are a high speed player who gets annoyed with slow responses, you are bright, perky and alert, but can come off abrasive. You tend to get stressed easily and lash out with irony or sarcasm. You have quick impulses and a fertile imagination and are constantly dreaming up new plans or schemes - but sometimes you tend to forget pressing matters such as paying the bills. In your lifetime you may leave enough unfinished projects to occupy a dozen people and not meaning to you often break promises. You are emotionally volatile and not at all shy about verbalizing your discontent in fact you can become a constant complainer. You are a loyal partner but tire of routine and often need a change of scene. You are not above emotional manipulation and turn on the charm when you want to get your way. You have a high sex appeal and few can resist your charm. Strengths: Witty - Charismatic - Technically Gifted Weaknesses: Tyrannical - Manipulative - Complaining
Hmm. Except I NEVER forget to pay bills. (Do I really complain a lot? And I apologize for all the emotional manipulation...)
What was I saying? Where was I? Oh. Thinking salacious stuff. Wondering if this means it is or is not a good time to get my mower repaired. (Why does everything relentlessly strike me as a sexual euphemism? I blame Mark Sanford.) Maybe if my, heh, mower's been broke this long it should just go ahead and stay broke?
Eh. The bottom (here we go again with the euphemisms...) line is that after four years of utter, total celibacy, it's probably not a good idea to, you know, end that condition with just anyone. Possibly at all. And anyway, mower guy 2 is not on my short list. You know. Doesn't everyone have a short list? Of people they'd like to, you know. And my short list is very short. The smarter I got, the shorter the list. I'm not entirely sure what that means. But I think my short list has been reduced to three, and two of them are people with whom I've already, you know.
Anyway. I better do something about that Pecan Shellers' paper. And I need to write something impressively smart about Singer's The Key and at this point, although I read it last month, I'm coming up completely blank about the whole entire short story. (Oh wait. Now I remember: The old lady locked out of her apartment.)
So no Argentinean Trade Missions today for me. (Oh well.)
Later.
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