Sunday, February 08, 2009

And sometimes miracles do happen

Back to this whole imbedding thing. Moments ago, after voicing concerns about the likelihood of my Who video actually working, I pushed "publish" and, fast as lightening, got a message that said something to the effect of "Nice try buddy, but no way is anybody ever gonna see that Who video on The Year of Magical Painting." More specifically, it explained that my tag was broken. Why was I not surprised?

Remain calm, I thought. Don't panic. Be a man for once in your life, I thought. Pick up your guitar, a voice in my ear told me, and play. Metaphorically, of course.

More specifically, I decided to fix the tag (what ever that is) by writing some code (whatever that is). I decided, on a flyer, to insert a ">" symbol at the end of the thing.

Strange how the mind works, isn't it?

And it worked! By God it worked! As I type this I'm laughing so hard snot is running down my nose.

Which reminds me of a Jethro Tull song. These would be the complete lyrics, flush-right.

Sitting on the park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Whoa, aqualung

Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the road
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
The December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard was
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

Who knew "Aqualung" was a song about springtime?

My heart soars like a hawk.


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