May 2nd, 2004

running, bomb tech

Laundry Notes:

First: Do laundry before you run out of pants.
Second: Do laundry before bag of laundry gets so heavy that you cut off circulation to your scalp when balancing the laundry on your head when transporting to/from laundry room.
Third: Check all pockets before laundering.
Fourth: Laundering one's bus pass is a step down the food chain from money laundering.
Fifth: mend other pants before you wind up going to work in the tacky navy blue shorts that are a little too short for work.
loud fayoumis

Icon Plottage: my household icon

One of my away messages on AIM is an extract from "The Housewife's Lament" (one of the songs that Mama had a bit of a fondness for, seeing as it was so true):

"O life is a toil,
And love is a trouble,
Beauty will fade
And riches will flee,
Wages will dwindle
And prices will double
And nothing is as I
Would wish it to be."

I'm thinking that this is the exact text that I would want for my householdery icon. I can split it up either into three or four parts, depending. Four parts would have two lines per picture, but three parts would split it like so:

Life is a toil,
and love is a trouble
Beauty will fade

and riches will flee
Wages will dwindle
and prices will double

and nothing is as I
would wish it to be


I think that makes perfect sense. If I can get a head shot of a harrassed-looking silver pencilled wyandotte hen for the first three lines, then something financially-oriented (maybe a supply/demand chart, with demand at low prices and supply at high prices) for the second three lines, and then a split shot of some Sorceror's Apprentice broom mojo and some magical dishwashing for the other half on "and nothing is as I would wish it to be"... that could work.

Silver pencilled wyandotte hens always do look like someone's mother.

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Or maybe verse 7 would do nicely, on a background image of sea:
Last night in my dreams
I was stationed forever,
On a far distant rock
In the midst of the sea.
My one task of life
Was a ceaseless endeavor,
To brush off the waves
As they swept over me.
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GLP, politics: "Kiss Me, Son of God"

They Might Be Giants
Lincoln
"Kiss Me, Son of God"

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect
Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye
Now I laugh and make a fortune
Off the same ones that I tortured
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

I look like Jesus, so they say
But Mr. Jesus is very far away
Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
That you love me and I love me

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"