Shit floats, merrily.

Why, oh sweet Jesus, why do people think I give a shit about Tom Lehrer? Do I really look this fucking stupid? I would say that his shit is one of the commonest things floated my way by the clueless people I work with. Next they are going to be handing me Capitol Steps routines.

Tom Lehrer's music is followed by a close second by other music people are sure I will love: the "Pickin' on _______" series-- shitty bluegrass versions of the worlds worst music. If you can think of a terrible band, there has been a "Pickin" album created for it. These are, simply, musical abortions.

Do you know the kind of restraint it takes to thank someone who has handed you a copy of "Pickin' on the Eagles"? Christ-like restraint.

Fortunately, as those of you who know me already have sensed, I radiate that Christ-like calm and forbearance. "Just look at the nail scars in my hand."*


* here quoting a Ralph Stanley song. The nail scars I have are actually in my feet.