"All the one-handed people of the world are rejoicing..."

Forget trying to relate the quote from the subject line into the actual blog text... that line is poetry on its own. And if just one person in all the world gets it (remembers it...?) then I'll be satisfied :)

Anyway... I don't actually have anything worthwhile to say today, I just really don't feel like doing homework, and blogging sounded like a good alternative. Ever since re-discovering all my mp3s after reinstalling windows, I've been finding these great old songs that I forgot I even knew. This is a big thrill for me since the infamous time of When I Accidently Dropped My CD Book In The Street One Day And All The CDs Fell Out And Most Of Them Were Badly Scratched. So I have been on a Billy Joel kick for the past couple of days, and I can't seem to get this song out of my head:

Anthony's Song (Movin' Out)

Anthony works at the grocery store
savin' his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on his door
she said, "Sonny, move out to the country"
Working too hard can give you a heart attack
You outta know by now
Who needs a house out in Hackensack?
Is that all you get for your money?

and it seems such a waste of time
if that's what it's all about
mama if that's movin' up then i'm movin' out

Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat
at night he becomes a bartender
He works at Mr. Caccitorie's down on Sullivan Street
across from the medical center
and he's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac
You outta know by now
And if he can't drive with a broken back
at least he can polish the fenders

and it seems such a waste of time
if that's what it's all about
mama if that's movin' up then i'm movin' out

You should never argue with a crazy mind
You outta know by now
You can pay uncle sam with the overtime
Is that all you get for your money

and if that's what you have in mind
yeah if that's what you're all about
good luck movin' up cause i'm movin' out

(There you go, Kel! For your lunch break.)

Here's something else of absolutely no intellectual value.

Yesterday at work, Paige (my boss's five-year-old daughter) called to tell us a joke... she was on speakerphone. The joke was, "Which is cheaper: deer nuts or beer nuts?" We all knew the answer, of course, but we asked for it anyway... so she said, "Well, deer nuts, of course, since they're under a bill..." in that matter-of-fact tone that only children can pleasingly get away with. It was seriously one of the cutest things I have heard in a very, very long time, since, as most of you know, pretty much every kid/baby/small-person-younger-than-me can't stand me, so I don't hang out around them much.

(Everyone knew the answer, right? ......... Deer nuts. They're under a buck.)

OK. Bed time :)

***The author of this post did not intend, in any way, to impose on the idea of anyone who may have just started his or her own Lyric-A-Day Blog.