Too tired to blog with any real enthusiasm, given the lastest in a series of post-midnight evenings at the office. By 1:30, the mantra "no patience for reason, no time for truth" slowly was capturing what was left of my gray matter, and I was seized with an uncontrollable longing to hum along with the Some Girls album... Sleep deprived some scant, few hours later I awoke to hear that the Olympic Torch relay commenced today with the help of Mohammad Ali: "Birds fly, fish swim, waves pound the sand. I beat people up." (Note: Bonnie Blair seems to be the sinister force behind this latest terrorist alert, as in the foregoing photo she clearly is toting some form of weapons-grade plutonium.)
So if you're down on your luck and you can't harmonize,
Find a girl with faraway eyes
And if you're downright disgusted and life ain't worth a dime,
Get a girl with faraway eyes.
(Will bleary do?)