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"Any poem by Emily Dickinson can be sung to the tune of The Yellow Rose of Texas"
Yes, and the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales can be sung to the tune of The Lonely Goatherd.
"Whan that Aprile with his shoures soote, odelayee, odelayee, oh, hee, hoo!
The droughte of March hath perced to the roote, odelayee, odelay, hee hoo!"
Congratulations, Hil! Give that woman a sword cane, that she may run her advisor through! "From fore to aft? He'll feel a draft!"
Standup is fun, as long as you have good material. You're articulate, clever, and engaging--you'd probably do quite well. This could be a sideline for you!
Congratulations to Stephanie, too!
long ago, they used to say "don't drive the car over 45 mph for the first 1,000 miles
And, if you were my grandfather, you could beat a speeding ticket by saying that the car was new and you'd never drive it faster than recommended.
My Gmail is down. WOE!
Anyone who hates on the south should come see me in Texas, let me take you to Louisiana, and then watch Wrong Eyed Jesus. We can be awesome, horrid, and human all the time.
My mother went to visit a friend in Florida, and she sent me twenty pounds of citrus. Guess I won't get scurvy. (Last time she did this, I was living in a dorm room that had absolutely no extra space. I ended up having an orange party.)
BTW, Hil, you can release that job~ma any time, I just sent my resume and whatnot to Sparky's uni. I'm perfect for the job.
Mmmmmm Hil. What did she send you?
In healthy food news, for dinner I made brown rice and bok choy and am eating them drizzled with sessame oil, a little oyster sauce, and a couple of pieces of this kimchee skate wing at a sort of garnishy proportion.
I've deffinately gotten hooked on fish and rice lately.
All the job~ma released and sent in Vortex's direction, and the direction of anybody else who needs some!
Mmmmmm Hil. What did she send you?
Valencia oranges and red grapefruit.
My mother went to visit a friend in Florida, and she sent me twenty pounds of citrus. Guess I won't get scurvy.
I've got six pounds of avocados coming from my dad. Guess I won't get skinny. But nom time, mmm.
Aren't you allergic to avocado, Cass? Just saying. Antihistamine bubble wrap.
Job-ma, Vortex! Can we share? I should hear early next week about the job I interviewed for Monday.