80s Lyric for Yesterday! In honor of piles of holiday cookies, fudge, sausage balls, coconut orange bars, cocktail weenies, and 7 layer dip, I give you – Duran Duran. In touch with the groundI’m on the hunt I’m after youSmell like I sound I’m lost in a crowd.And I’m hungry like the wolf.Straddle…
My Year in Oz Begins
By all rights, I should have gone straight to bed. 55 hours of travel with only patchy bits of sleep does not make for a particularly coherent human being. I just couldn’t, couldn’t close my eyes on that hot sunny day (after leaving a brisk snowy February Indiana), so I dressed in a sarong and…
Aaaah, Travel
Lyric for the day – in honor of The Mummy, and The Mummy Returns, which The Professor and I just watched in succession, because we are suckers for corny films: All the old paintings on the tomb They do the sand dance, don’cha know? If they move too quick (Oh-Way-Oh) They’re falling down like a…
Cinematic Classics
80s Lyric for the day: You should have known by the tone in my voice, Baby, But you didn’t listen You played dead, but you never bled Instead you lay still in the grass All coiled up and hissing My beloved and I settled down the other night with a plate of (vegetarian) burgers, stuffing, and…
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