He couldn't think o' nothin' at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry.
He's so unhip, when ya say Dylan
He thinks you're talkin' about Dylan Thomas.
Whoever he was.
The man ain't got no culture.
But it's all right, Ma,
Everybody must get stoned.
I've had that song stuck in my head for most of the day. It's funny that Simon & Garfunkel's music makes me think of college, because when Lynn was here the other day (Lynn, for the uninitiated, being a friend of the family, and mother to two boys about my age) while I was listening to that album, she commented that she used to listen to that same album over and over again when she was in college. I don't really have any observations to make on that point, just found it interesting.
I've been Ayn Randed, nearly branded,
Communist 'cause I'm left handed.
If that's the hand ya use . . . well, never mind.
The Emmys . . . Emmies? The Emmy Awards were on last night. I don't watch enough TV to make it worth sitting through the show, so I didn't. Plus, I knew that The Sopranos would be taking home a lot of statues, and as I've never watched an episode of the show, I wasn't terribly interested. It's too bad that Allison Janney didn't get to keep up her winning streak. It would be awesome if they just kept giving her awards. CJ Cregg is my hero. Well . . . she's high on a list of fictional characters that I admire. That'll have to do.
PS- I just learned that "Desultory" means "Moving or jumping from one thing to another; disconnected" or, similarly, "Occurring haphazardly; random". I knew that not, and it makes me inexplicably happy. I think that I can safely say that an ideal descriptor for my journal is "Desultory". Way cool.