So I got this Lords of Acid CD this weekend - Our Little Secret. LOA are cool, boogie-down music, though occasionally they can be cheesy. They're from Belgium, I believe, and I don't think they quite understand the lyrics they're singing.

Anyway, regardless of lyrical content they do make catchy songs. I've had the chorus of one of their songs in my head all day, actually.

Unfortunately, the song stuck in my head goes "I wanna see your pussy/show it to me/I wanna see your pussy/show it to me." Not the kind of thing you can just break out singing to get it out of your head.

Not 'til you get home, anyway.

James is down at the moment. Earlier, he was watching a special on The Learning Channel about the construction and positioning of the world's largest offshore oil rig.

"This," I declared, "is engineering porn."

Yesterday I was walking back to work after lunch. I saw a man with a white cane and sunglasses coming down Main Street towards me. His head was cocked at an odd, unseeing angle and it was obvious that he was blind.

That's not the interesting part.

Hanging on to this blind man's arm was another man, wearing the same sunglasses, carrying the same cane, being directed by the first man.

Do you realize what this means? I actually saw the blind leading the blind. Memphis is not a city of business and tourism; it is a magical place where old sayings come to life and walk the street.

Earlier in the evening Sonya and I went to the grocery store. Sonya, tired and menstrual, was being something of a poontang.

I made the international hand sign for poon, looked at it, then looked at Sonya.

"I can't tell the difference!" I marvelled, "I know they're different things, but they look just the same!"

"Shut up," Sonya said lovingly, "you wouldn't like me if I was all sugary sweetness all the time. I'd rot your teeth."

"And me teeth," I noted, "are perfect."

I walked the dog by the dumpster today. She stopped and showed a great deal of interest in something. By the time I looked around she had a huge hunk of rotted chicken halfway down her throat.

I tell you, after you wrestle a wad of putrid fowl out of your ravenous dog's mouth the rest of the day is easy.

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