The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I'd've Thought Wood
Admit it, his various and sundry pronouncements have had you always suspecting his head was an inert object, too:Sorry to say the news story itself is nothing unusual, granting the whole wax-head-of-a-Beatle thing: fellow was taking it to auction and left it on the train, from whence it found its way into a dumpster. BumPanhandlerHomeless person Urban outdoorsman finds it, a reward has been offered, it's all-you-can-drink/shoot up/snort night a new chance for a better life for him and -- hey-la, wotta wild stroke of luck -- all maner of media-attention has focused on the Wax Head Of Sir Paul as it heads for the (auction) block (in a wax tumbrel? Alas, no). What with all the fuss, Forgetful Owner is innocently hopeful it'll bring a better price.
And only a cold-hearted cynic would mutter "cherchez le lucre."
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."