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Complex Numbers #681929 added January 1, 2010 at 5:05am
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All Your Sanity and Wits, They Will All Vanish...
...I promise. It's just a matter of time.
As New Year's Eves go, I've done a whole lot worse than rocking out to Gogol Bordello live.
They started at about 10:45 and played until maybe 12:30. At midnight, they did the mandatory countdown thing and then launched into "Start Wearing Purple" - so I got to start out the new decade
| Yes, yes, I KNOW the decade doesn't really switch over until next year. It's all arbitrary anyway, though, so who cares? |
About the only thing I can think of that could possibly top that would be a New Year's Eve Springsteen concert.
Like that's going to happen.
I've come to the conclusion that there's really not much I can rely on. Cats die; people avoid you or leave; writing is fickle at best; work is subject to the vagaries of the economy; sleep is elusive; money provides some security but no comfort; bodies wear out and leave you gasping for breath; cars break down at the worst times.
But music -- music is always there.
I talked about goals in my last entry, but my mission is to have more music in my life.
Oh, and more comedy, too. Since Sophy  mentioned my blog in her last Comedy newsletter as a source of laughter, I guess I'd better stay funny.
And so I present to you a New Year's joke I found somewhere (hey, these things can't really be copyrighted anyway):
On New Year's Eve, a woman stood up in a crowded pub and said that it was time to get ready. At the stroke of midnight, she wanted every husband to be standing next to the one person who made his life worth living.
As the clock struck twelve, the bartender was almost crushed to death.
*raises half-empty glass* Here's to life! |
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