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"Home is where the Frito Pie leaks." -- StinkyLulu
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If Dreams Are Truly A Window Into The Soul, My Superego Needs To Order Some Of That Translucent Privacy Clingfilm Last night I dreamt that it was the last few days of my senior year in high school, and I was running for class president, and I transfixed the particpants through a combination of stunning basketball skills and the singing of ballads in the style of the late Lou Rawls. Who was in the audience. In a very nice tuxedo. The school stuff I get, it's very "pick one from column A, one from column B..." as dreams go, everyone's had a thousand of 'em. Lou Rawls, I don't get. If I've got a single one of his tracks, I don't remember it; if you asked me to name one of his hits I'd stall you on the phone while I snuck off to allmusic.com. But somehow I know what he sounded like. (I snuck off to allmusic.com -- "mannered", "soothing", "elegant"...yeah, that's what I was doing in the gym alright.) So I have to conclude that Lou Rawls has decided to speak through me from beyond the grave. I'll report back if this gets me a discount on a best-of collection at Amoeba. |
Playlist Espionage 24x7
Free AJAX-driven Texas Hold-Em at gpokr.com ... Party Ben (mixing as Dean Gray): American Edit: easily the mash-up of the year ... New eps of The First 48 (tv's best reality cop show, though their most interesting detective was promoted out of Homicide this year and now only appears in reruns) ... Serenity (does it make sense to love a movie to death and still wish like crazy you'd never seen it?) ...
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