Friday, August 01, 2003

New Noontime ritual in the works, watching Lovejoy, for later discussion with Danny. A fun show, they break the 4th wall a lot for narrative purposes.

It looks like the interests page has been cleaned up, as well as the user info page... at the end of the interests list, there's a little blurb that allows you to modify yours. -Via

Insurance called, and apparently misunderstood about my being able to work form home. I honestly cannot take the bus and train for literally hours every day. Going back and forth to physical therapy is torment enough, thank you. I wish that they'd just talk to the doctor about these things, and get a straight answer rather than just assuming "can continue to work from home" means, "can work at work, if accommodated". It’s not nearly the same, as much as I'd like it to be so.

Ray Stevens - Mr Businessman

Itemize the things you covet
As you squander through your life
Bigger cars, bigger houses
Term insurance for your wife
Tuesday evenings with your harlot
And on Wednesdays it's your charlatan
analyst, he's high upon your list

You've got air conditioned sinuses
And dark disturbing doubts about religion
And you keep those cards and letters going out
While your secretary's tempting you
Your morals are exempting you from guilt and shame
Heaven knows you're not to blame

(CHORUS:)
You better, Take care of business Mr. Businessman
What's your plan?
Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can
(Before it's too late and you throw your life away) 1st time

Did you see your children growing up today
And did you hear the music of their laughter
As they set about to play
Did you catch the fragrance of those roses in your garden
Did the morning sunlight warm your soul,
Brighten up your day
Do you qualify to be alive
or is the limit of your senses so as only to survive
Hey yeah.....

Spending counterfeit incentive
Wasting precious time and health
Placing value on the worthless
Disregarding priceless wealth
You can wheel and deal the best of them
And steal it from the rest of them
You know the score, their ethics are a bore

Eighty-six anesthetic crutches prop you to the top
Where the smiles are all synthetic
And the ulcers never stop
When they take that final inventory,
Yours will be the same sad story everywhere
No one will really care, no one more lonely than
This rich important man, let's have your autograph
Endorse your epitaph

(CHORUS)

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