Flippant Friday: A most serious debate has been settled.

[sabotabby]

This being, of course, the matter of the papasan chair that, while clearly belonging to Miss L., was appropriated and collectivized for the masses* by Chairman Marinetti.








Apropos of nothing:

• Your eyes don't deceive you -- this is actually the best icon ever. Thanks, groovitude!
• I had "The Company Store" by Greg MacPherson running through my head all day, despite someone's efforts to earworm me with something else. Anyone ever heard that song? I can't stop humming it. I blame Chez Newfie.
• I found a hidden stash of Mao stuff, including what seemed to be a Mao valentine, on my way back from work today. They had a Little Red Book that was about the size of my pinkie. Squee!
• On a more somber note, my clever plan to ask Ward Churchill out for a beer tomorrow night has been foiled by the long arm of the law. He's back in court and can't leave the country.

And I'm still deathly ill. Ick.

* And when I say "masses," I am referring to the size of his bum.

Comments

[caprinus.livejournal.com]

Don't go out of your way. It's a miserable, underlit, dirty, oft-flooded concrete deathtrap. Rather like an Appalachian coalmine I would imagine.

The back entrance to the Spadina station is my favourite place to sing. Alas, I only know one opera song. "Corpus inimici, conspuo" (= "I spit on my enemy's body").