There’s a comic book I have. It’s Marvel’s GIANT SIZE MAN-THING. (for those of you that don’t know, it’s about a rampaging swamp monster) but I was thinking how terribly like a naughty phrase that is.
Daily Archives: October 23, 2000
For Lexie… I know it’s not summer. Indulge me.
SUMMERTIME
Summertime and the living’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your pappy’s rich and your mammy’s good lookin’
So hush little baby, don’t you cry
One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singin’
Then you’ll spread your wings and you’ll take to the sky
Until that mornin’ there ain’t nothin’ can harm you
With mammy and pappy standin’ by
yikes!
Such a steady flow of work, this is the first time today I’ve had a chance to poke my nose in more than a millimeter. It appears that I may be here rather late… all manner of stuff to chug through. I think that I’ll order my happy self a pizza to compensate. Going to have a lovely cheese pie, and some mountian dew, and perhaps comiserate the situation with Kev, who’s still here too.