The Lemur, she has returneth.

September 16, 2008 | 7 Comments

And just in time for her 47th birthday. She is in search of the the wonderful, flaming, sweet cakes. Give her the sweet cakes and all shall live peacefully in the village…

The UKLemur, Mr. Hulme, is celebrating his birthday today as well. He is not as old as this Lemur, but his cakes - they are just as sweet. May a happy birthday-ish delicious time be had by you, Mr. Hulme!

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In non-lemur news…

Goddamn. Post surgical depression sucks with a capital f-ing S.

Thanks to everyone for waiting. Thanks to you all for your extraordinary patience. And a special thank you to those who held my hand and walked me through it.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, already in progress.

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Everything is going fairly well in The ‘Hood. All of the rowdy neighbor kids are back in school. The fire damage a couple houses down is slowly being repaired. The sights and sounds of autumn are in the air.

But what is this?

Someone who lives within hearing range of our home has a new live-in girlfriend. And they get tipsy and loud on a regular basis while sitting in front of bonfires in their backyard. And have lover’s spats in front of their house at 2 am. AND… they like to do it in their kitchen. Noisily.

They are relatively nice folk, though, so it’s somewhat tolerable and amusing.

However, I feel bad for them - because little do they know, every goofy, noisy thing they do will be talked about on this blog. Bwahahaha.

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And now another tidbit for those of us who are occasionally afflicted with the dreaded earworm. You know, those songs that get stuck in your head and cycle repeatedly until you pass out or have to visit your shrink to get rid of them? That is an earworm.

Here’s my latest one. It’s from some commercial for Norfolk Southern trainlines and I was lucky enough to find it online. Ravi Krishnaswami of Sacred Noise in New York and Steve Kolander of J. Walter Thompson in Atlanta composed it especially for NS.

Now that I have learned it and have sung it a million time in its entirety, it may fade away. (I doubt it, though - because I will hear *you* singing it obsessively and it will start me up again. Ha!)

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