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Why is the needle in my cosmological truthometer suddenly bent?

Had a little tramp in the woods! And it rained! And I got wet!

Check it out: live Loch Ness cam.

Found this at numchuckskills blog.

See? I’m not the only weasel that sleeps the weekend away:

Fresh from my inbox, a warm, wriggly pile of five stinky ferrets, somewhere in the South of England. Say it with me! Awwwwww…

I woke up late this morning, happily hung-over with the Beatle’s It’s Been A Hard Day’s Night running through my brain.

While soaking in a hot tub with a cool glass of the-hair-of-the-dog®, I started musing about the lack of Working-Man’s song for the current generation.

I’ve thought of a couple, although McGoo will probably have to supply the rest of the lyrics:

(With apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford and his rendition of Load 16 Tons)

You code 66 lines and what do you get?
Another stock option and deeper in debt.

Another –
I’ve been working at McDonald’s all the live-long day
I’ve been working at McDonald’s muttering “Have a Nice Day”
Can’t you hear the fryer beeping – Who eats fries so early in the morn?
Can’t you hear the speaker squawking “Dammit! Don’t blow your horn!

Dinah, blow your horn

My day really sucks! (Based on “My Favorite Things”, with abject apologies to Richard Rodgers)

Wake up and dress up
I’ll pass on the shower
Cell-phone and laptop –
Ah shit! Are they powered?
Swap out the batt’ries –
I’ll charge in the car!
Get through the traffic
It ain’t all that far.

Movin’ and textin’
One hand does the steering
Scanning my mail while
The traffic is veering
Horns they be honkin’
I’m pwnd by a truck
Grazing a curbside
I make it to work.

Lobby and staircase
They blur going by me
Cubicle beckons
My boss has not spied me
Punch ‘on’ my monitor
Boot up the disk
Check my damned messages
See who’s most pissed.

Customer’s howling
I’ll have to placate them
Test results missing
I’ll have to back-date them
Fudging my attitude
Smiling outside
Dreaming and plotting
To skin my boss’ hide!

When you job sucks
When your week blows
When your pard’s a jerk
Then simply remember
Not too long ago —
you chose this work!

Aw-shit. That should be “When YOUR job sucks”

Okay, you asked for it. This positively cries out for White Collar Holler. Sorry, my music-playing dingus apparently won’t work in the comments; you’ll have to download it (1.8M) yourself.

Poor old Stan Rogers. I’d worry about getting sued, but he died in a terrible Air Moose accident in the ’80s. More than half his albums were released posthumously.

Death by Air Moose. The horror…

If baby gooses are goslings, how come baby mooses are not moslings?

What?

I had to wikipedia Stan Rogers. And oh…now I get it Air Moose = Air Canada. I really have no imagination. Looks like old Stan Rogers died a hero. Someone should write a folk song about him.

He was an egregious lefty, as all folk singers are, but good if you like that sort of thing. Which, heaven help me, I do.

I’ve always thought Will Farrel’s SNL character Marty Culp was based on Stan Rogers. You know, the bald, bearded music teacher guy. They look and sound exactly alike.

I googled something I shouldn’t have again and now I have learned way to much about the musical duo of Mark Wayne and Lorna Lambey. Why can’t the Internet be used for good?

PIMF – way too much

And now, of course, I’ve googled it too. This is revenge for the religion thread, isn’t it?

😛

Air Moose?

Folk singers?

Valdy, Folk Singer Deluxe. With Side of Fries, and the Hometown Band.

And a little less retro would be Lyndia Scott. Damn cute too. Although I don’t think my wife would let me keep her around the house.