Wednesday, March 23, 2005

The Folly of Wednesday

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
Chelsea Hotel #2, Leonard Cohen

My inner 12-year old demands attention.

I got the hard drive enclosure in the mail today, and it's beautiful. It's got a velvet pouch AND a charger AND a USB cable AND instructions AND a baby screwdriver with tiny screws! It even came with a shiny gold card covered in Chinese characters! I hid it in my underwear drawer. The bogeyman won't look there.

My hard drive arrives Friday. I can't wait to put it all together and see if it actually works. It's almost too much to hope for -- that something that pretty would be functional too. And boy, is it ever pretty. I had to hide it because I kept petting it. Petting it and stroking it.

Speaking of petting and stroking, there was a great line in last week's "Arrested Development," a line I feel compelled to quote or at least badly paraphrase. Lucille replaces the maid with a Roomba, and later in the show walks in on Buster, who is in bed, under the covers. She stares in horror as the Roomba skitters out from under the bed, across the carpet. As she gasps, Buster holds up his hook-for-a-hand and bellows, "What do you expect, Mother? I'm half-machine!" Then, with a scream, he plunges his hook into the pillows and feathers fly everywhere.

And here's an article about They Might Be Giants.

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