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Quality Check

Wednesday, Mar. 25, 2009 - 12:05 a.m.

Well, John was gracious enough to order a copy of the new Keane CD, 'Perfect Symmetry' for me, since I'm such a fan.

I'd heard a few cuts from it and declared to Old Buddy Dave in chat some time ago that it sucked donkey balls.

I would now like to amend my previous assessment of this product or service.

Perfect Symmetry does not suck donkey balls.

It is the pus in the gaping chest wound of a flea who used to live on those balls until it was wounded while being sucked away.

Egads.

It's just abysmal -- and Tom sounds frightened.

As well he should.

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Yesterday, I had the pleasure of walking down to the Wells Fargo Starbucks Thingie and seeing my friend Art Caldwell for the first time since he moved back here from Seattle.

In context, he's doing pretty well. He's asked us to have his stolen-and-recovered 'Lappy Senior' sent to our place when the police in Seattle release it, and John and I are only too happy to do this.

All he had to do was give it up as lost and purchase a netbook aka Lappy Junior to make the wheels of justice finally turn in his direction.

When he was walking me to my gate, he spotted a checkbook on the ground just outside the BofA, and he went into the bank and turned it in.

Ack, too close a call.

It was good to see Art, and that simple act of turning in the checkbook reminds me that I have friends of genuine quality.

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Meanwhile, also here in San Francisco, now that the city has solved all of its other problems, there's a big reward out for whoever has been setting fires in the portable shithouses.

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While I have your attention about such things, here's an eighteen-year-old prankster's idea of fun.

He painted a sixty-foot penis on the roof of mummy and daddy's mansion.

It's been there for a year.

His parents are making him clean it off when he gets back from travelling.

I have a better idea; why don't the parents pretend they've moved?

Ya live by the sword, ya die by the sword.

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All right, that's it. Have a good Wednesday.

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