- I first remember hearing this song during the musical episode of “Chicago Hope.” It played in one of Alan Arkin's delirium/dream sequences. Considering the ups and downs I keep having with my body, which then influence my concentration, this song seems strangely appropriate in its disassociation with anything.
If it’s Monday, and I flashback posted on Tuesday after sleeping through most of yesterday, it’s recap day. For those of you who have difficulty chewing through the glut of words I commit to the screen, here’s an annual digest to help you with your consumption. And also, since we’re in the lurch between major holidays, it doesn’t hurt to try to highlight progress.
Last Tuesday, November 29, we had our regular weekly rundown a day later than usual.
Wednesday saw the last real-time “Lost” log of 2005.
Thursday was World AIDS Day. In what has become a regular observance, I updated statistics from previous years and repeated important health practices to remember.
Friday I flashed back a week to tell what I was doing spending Thanksgiving weekend in Oklahoma. Longhorns, prairie dogs, and bison are included.
Saturday revealed the long promised and delayed entry on what’s been toping my bookshelf. The results are underwhelming, though I hope those who go through it find a title or two to put on their “to read” list.
Sunday saw me explain the conundrum some Christians face when there’s a major home football game that coincides with church services. Matters of personal ethics, sociology, and geography are discussed.
To come: I’ve got half-composed bits on memory and music, zombies, and Charlie Brown. Most assuredly, they will not arise in that order.
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"Friday I flashed back a week to tell what I was doing spending Thanksgiving weekend in Oklahoma. Longhorns, prairie dogs, and bison are included." Gross! You did Longhorns, prairie dogs, and bison!? YUCK! What happened to waiting till marriage Caleb?
Caleb Michael said...
I'm still waiting for marriage, Cory. Which means I'm going to be waiting for some time.
If you would read the post, you'd find no reference to bestiality. Of course, you rarely let little things like facts get between you and a punch line.
C'est la vie.
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I read you loud and clear, Fuzzy Devil. I'm waiting for marriage too. Darnit. Why can't I get married NOW!? Oh yeah, girls are repulsed by my ego. Oh well, I'm not going to stop loving myself for some stupid girl.
Facts. Who needs 'em? Not me! I've never liked facts. Facts think they are so fancy and factual, but the fact is, facts suck. And that's a fact!
Caleb Michael said...
Cory, not only are you a crusader, but you’re also a one man preacher, choir, and organ player (metaphorically speaking… unless you can really play the organ, in which case it becomes a touch more literal).
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I've finally figured out why I like Steven Colbert so much - he reminds me of Cory! Their shared hatred of facts is what finally made it clear to me.