The Thing That

Well, after complaining loudly to Anna that I was underrepresented on her visual blog she's really dug deep to make amends. Is this really me? Good god. That must have been Christmas '93, us getting dressed to hit the Casino de Montreal. Right, Anna? There's the hair that was always so thin and unstyleable and that I'm really, really glad (honestly) is no longer there. There's the beard that -- well, what kind of beard is that exactly? Neo-Amish? Jesus, I look like I'm getting ready to go to church. This was around the time when I would look in the mirror and start to see my father, when the fear that I was slowly becoming him started to take root.

On an unrelated note, I was singing to myself on the way to work today. Nothing unusual, I do it most days, singing favorite songs with made up lyrics as I jaunt merrily along. Today was Daydream Believer, the Monkees song beloved by every breathing member of this fine continent. Until a few years ago, I firmly believed that the first line of the glorious chorus was

Cheer up sweet Bejean...

I wasn't too clear on who or what a sweet Bejean was. Only recently did I discover it's actually "sleepy Jean" that he's saying. Still, listen to the song and tell me it doesn't sound like Davey's saying sweet Bejean.

Wait, what was my point again?

I got nothing ta say...again. But there's plenty of people with things to say at notproud.com. Read the confessions...and then confess your own sins. My current fave:

12/02/2002 at 23:02:56

I once stole candy from a child while his mother wasn't looking. I didn't really want it, but I might have wanted it later. The opportunity presented itself.

Personal ad of the day: The purity of heart is to will one thing