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I wasn’t even born in 1972!

June 29, 2007

This week I filled out one of those ridiculous and still somehow completely and totally addicting survey thingies on Myspace.  100 questions about me.  One of the questions was “what is to your left?” or something inane like that.  So I get to this question and I look to my left and start to type out: Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72  ’cause, well, ’cause that is what was to my left, this 3 CD set that I’ve been meaning to listen to for awhile.  But the thing is that, while I’m typing this all out, my DSL starts going wonky and I get disconnected in the middle of writing this.  So frustrating.  So I go back to Myspace and start filling out the survey again.  Again I get to the “to the left” question and again, I start to write out Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72 and AGAIN I get disconnected.  So AGAIN I go back to Myspace and start the damned thing again and get to the left question and again I start to type out Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72.   (So incredibly interesting that this was the only answer that was consistently the same each and every time I had to fill this thing out.)   And, well, you guess it.  So I take a break.  I go upstairs.  I drink some beer.  I eat some pizza.  I hang out.  I go to the garage.  Then I come back down and try it again.  This time I finally managed to type out Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72 and I get the darn thing posted on the stupid Myspace that is completely and totally retarded and yet I’m still drawn to the thing like stink to a hippie.  FINALLY I get it posted.  And tonight I sit down at my desk and decide that I’m going to write and guess what is to my left?  That’s right.  Dick’s Picks vol. 23, Grateful Dead, Baltimore Civic Center, Baltimore, MD., 9/17/72.  So I decide to give it a listen.  After all, I’d written the title of it four and a half million times.  And I’m listening to it and loving it and start to write this post and let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, it wasn’t until that very second, just a very few minutes ago, that it occurred to me that I could have just typed out “Dead Cds.”  And that, my friends, is why you should never expect perfection from your children … it makes for fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup adults.

One comment

  1. now i have to go read my bulletins–i think i missed that one. oh, i sent another one, too, btw. more fun for you!!!

    stink to a hippie–you crack.me.up!



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