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Whee, seasonal fun.

http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/000570.php has an absolutely dreadful rendition of "O Holy Night." Just as I was thinking it was not so bad, it got worse. Just as I was thinking it could not get worse, it did. At least is not twenty-five five-year-olds rehearsing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" at once, except not at the same place at the same time, and with younger siblings on slide whistles. (Those were the working conditions in my First Real Job.) Via dduane.

I almost always manage to call Darkside before breakfast on weekends, even if I'm calling at 1 in the afternoon.

I got a nice nap.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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