Tagged. So droll.

Thus…

1. The Vogues – Five O’clock World (Yeah, you may recognize it…)
In the shelter of her arms everything’s okay,
She talks then the world goes slippin’ away,

2. Weird Al Yankovic – You Don’t Love Me Anymore
We’ve been together for so very long
But now thing are changing oh I wonder what’s wrong.
Seems you don’t want me around.
The passion is gone and the flame’s died down.
I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem
That time that you made it with the whole hockey team.

3. The Killers – Mr. Brightside
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
I just can’t look
It’s killing me

4. Dead Prez – Radio Freq
What’s on the Radio?
Propaganda, Mind control
And turnin’ it on is like
Puttin’ on the blindfold

5. Enon – Shave
I know you can save
Save up your story in your mind container
I know you can shave
Shave off the shadow that’s been growin on you
I know you can say
Say that you wanna be the only one
I know you can stay
Stay in your room, its expensive toys

6. Dresden Dolls – Girl Anachronism
You can tell from the scars on my arms
And the cracks in my hips
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That I’m not the carefullest of girls

7. Clor – Love + Pain
Wide-eyed and open-mouthed
You look a little lost and found

Two things have I apportioned myself on the highway to Happiness. Or at least the Meandering Path to Meh.

One. Finish staining/varnishing the butcher block table that I will be using as a fish tank stand.

Two. Strip the years of paint from the top of the mouldings in the dining room, thus to further my goal of re-wiring to the intermediate telephone plug in there, and thus to my room, that I may re-locate the DSL modem and router.

Congruence: I’m varnishing the top of the table in said dining room. Stripping can make a helluva mess (when was the last time you were at the bar?). Unless I’m going for the splattered retro 80’s look, this won’t work.

Of course, I *could* be smart, and strip fully before I varnish, but that’s no fun. Fun, it seems, is the measure by which all activities should be undertaken. Which really doesn’t explain my presence here, d-+++ATH+++NO CARRIER

“She was too beautiful to excite me with the idea of accessibility.”

Graham Greene would have annoyed me, and I him. Too many perfect adjuncts of structure and thought. I should, perhaps, stop reading.

“How twisted we humans are, and yet they say a God made us; but I find it hard to conceive of any God who is not as simple as a perfect equation, as clear as air.”
- Graham Greene, “The End of the Affair”