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Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Yes! Yes! Yes! - I am EXCUSED from jury duty tomorrow! Instead of being bored, watching my watch, and passing judgment on some poor miserable sunuvabitch who had the misfortune of locking horns with THE MAN, I can arise as usual, sip some coffee, and just be the miserable sunuvabitch I normally am on a weekday. Yes!   7:01:51 PM    comment []

This parody lyric, from A Prairie Home Companion, is pure brilliance:   Rows and floes of Holstein hair And piles of cowpies everywhere. And clouds of cowpies in the air, I've looked at cows that way. And often they are not much fun They step on you, they weigh a ton So many things I would have done But cows got in my way I've looked at cows from both sides now From front and back and still somehow It's their uniqueness I observe I cannot see them as a herd.   Cows and big bow-wows and birds and knowing how to say the words, Hurt and dirt and piles of turds, I've looked at cows that way. But now my cows are acting strange, they moo when I sing Home On The Range, Much is the same but something's changed with cowboys every day. I've looked at cows from both sides now, From left and right, and still somehow The sight of them makes me feel small. I really don't know cows at all.   5:05:42 PM    comment []