Wednesday, December 24, 2003
Take it away Kermit
There's magic in the air this evening
Magic in the air
The world is at her best, you know
When people love and care
The promise of excitement is one the night will keep
After all there's only one more sleep till Christmas
The world has got a smile today
The world has got a glow
There's no such thing as strangers
When a stranger says "Hello"
And everyone is family, we're havin' so much fun
After all there's only one more sleep till Christmas
'Tis the season to be jolly and joyous
With a burst of pleasure we feel it all right
It's a season when the saints can employ us
To spread the news about peace and to keep love alive
There's somethin' in the wind today that's good for everyone
Yes, faith is our hearts today, we're shinin' like the sun
And everyone can feel it, the feelin's runnin' deep
After all there's only one more sleep till Christmas
After all there's only one more sleep till Christmas day
One More Sleep 'till Christmas as sung by Kermit the Frog in The Muppet Christmas Carol.
Saturday, December 13, 2003
What It's Like - Everlast
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replied
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like
Mary got pregnant from a kid named
Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything betweenI licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked daddies dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shitAnd wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like
To have to lose...
Sunday, December 07, 2003
Molly's No More
Faulty wiring is blamed for igniting a two-alarm fire early Sunday that engulfed a nearly century-old tavern in northwest Portland.
The fire started in the basement Molly Maguire's Tavern, a bar and restaurant on NW 21st Avenue shortly after 3 a.m., officials said. The fire quickly engulfed the building, causing $350,000 damage to the structure -- which may make it difficult to salvage.-KGW
At least two of my friends are out of work because of the fire, making it the second fire in less than a year that has affected people I know. I'm more than a little bummed. Molly's was a NW institution, I didn't hang there that much, but when I did it was always a good time. Another piece of Portland history lost.
Saturday, December 06, 2003
Simon Smith & His Amazing Dancing Bear (as sung by Scooter & Fozzie)
I may go out tomorrow if I can borrow a coat to wear,
Oh, I'd step out in style with my sincere smile and my dancing bear,
Outrageous,
Alarming,
Courageous,
Charming,
Oh, who would think a boy and bear could be well accepted everywhere,
It's just amazing how fair people can be,
Seen at at the nicest places where well-fed faces all stop to stare,
Making the grandest entrance is Simon Smith and his dancing bear,
They'll love us,
Fozzie: Won't they?
They feed us,
Fozzie: Don't they?
Oh, who would think a boy and bear,
Could be well accepted everywhere,
It's just amazing how fair people can be,
Oh who needs money,
Fozzie: When we're funny!
The great attraction everywhere will be Simon Smith and his amazing dancing bear.
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Sick & Twisted
I had to leave early today cause I was sick. I have all the proper symptoms: stoned red eyes, Scooby-Doo voice, nose running like Niagara Falls, at least six people coming up to me saying I look like shit (including my manager). Nobody could understand a word I was saying, and the mountain of tissue on my desk threatened to hit Everest proportions, I left. At any other job that would be the end of the story, but that would make for a rather boring entry. This is the full-on Paul Harvey, rest of the story.
In the absurdist people farm I work at, simple visual indicators are not enough. Vomit all over your desk, sure that's a sign, but they want proof. Documented proof. Launch your own private germ warfare in the form of repeated sneeze sorties? Not nearly enough. Arm cut off? Blood spewing? Better come back with a doctors note or it's curtains for your ass.
I left work four hours early only to come home an hour after my usual arrival. The time in between spent doing that old fashioned remedy of running all over town in the muggy winter weather trying to find a doctor who would give me a note to prove what would be obvious to even George W. How retarded is that? I can understand the whole call in sick, come back with a note deal. Most everyone has gone through that once or twice. But when they ride you out of the office on a rail for being Typhoid m/a/z/e-y, do they really need documentation? I would be glad to give them a sample of the quart of mucus oozing out of my cranium as evidence.
It's annoying and trivial. But you take the minor aggravations and combine them with the major offenses like permatemping, raping the 401k's, mass layoffs etc., it's amazing there are not more instances of workplace violence out there. How much crap can you eat and still call it caviar?
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