having her brain out
One of my legions [cough] of fans asked me recently why I hadn’t blogged in so long. Well, I’ll tell you: I’ve been freakin’ busy! Here are the blog entries that could have been, and maybe still will be if I ever get a round tuit:
* Free State Project litter pickup in Peterborough, wherein I release my inner garbageman and throw out my back
* the LP National Convention in Denver and its aftermath, aka Fear and Loathing in Libertarianland
* my third anniversary in New Hampshire
* PorcFest, featuring free-flowing liquor, low-lying clouds of weed, topless chicks, group sex, live bands, an anarchic caricaturist, and oh yeah, some political stuff
* celebrating the summer solstice in the Free Town of Grafton, getting ready for the now-in-progress Burning Porcupine Festival
* bicycle rally in Keene, wherein I break in my new bike (which deserves a blog entry all by itself)
* FreedomFest in Las Vegas (baby)
We were quite gruntled to be asked out by a charming but nefarious fellow Free Stater who, in an ongoing effort to win my blackened heart, has mercilessly deployed over-the-top flattery, roses, sonnets (OK, that one’s a lie), and romantic sojourns to the peak of Mount Pack Monadnock, Ashuelot Pond Dam, and the Nashua Dartmouth-Hitchcock Emergency Room. So yeah, things are looking up.
Meanwhile, I’ve finally arrived in the fun-filled fantasyland of IT consulting: my client is mad at me for not delivering twice what they asked for in half the time it reasonably takes to develop and deliver it. Meanwhile, I have been drafted to assist on another project that is in itself a full-time job. Both of these are in addition to my regular full-time job. Good times.
Let’s have a song, shall we?
Sandra’s having her brain out
Sandra’s having her brain out
Sandra’s having her brain out, now
And she feels alright
Like a slot machine
Like a pimple too
You don’t really need a brain, ducky
If you’re a girl
It’s like tonsils
They’re more trouble than they’re worth
Sandra’s having her brain out
Sandra’s having her brain out out out out
Out out
Sandra’s been to nightmare school
Sandra done a collage of nightmares
Slept with a virus and slept with a mule
Now, she works in a shop in a crimpolene hairnet
And she works in a shop in the south
Now she waddles around in a crimpolene hairnet
Tickets grow out of her mouth
Someone’s pulling your leaves off
Someone’s pulling your leaves off
Someone’s pulling your leaves off
Someone’s pulling your leaves off
Pull ‘em off
Sandra’s having her brain out
Brenda’s having her heart washed
Norman’s having his soul dry-cleaned
Sandra’s having her brain out
Brenda’s having her heart washed
Barry’s having his mind replaced
And they feel alright!
Like a naked bulb
Like a living bulb
Bloaty’s having his
Bloaty’s having his
Bloaty’s having his
Bloaty’s having his
Bloaty’s having his newt installed
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