who dat? contest.

(yo stee. i know
who dat?)

Hint: It's topical!


last game:



Don McLean. Musician.


first correct answer:

bill townsend

left column plotting comeback...

sxsw haiku

friday we leave town
a green car speeds down I-10
damn stee, hide your beer

frank sighs one more time:
seriously, man, must we
hear Tool yet again?

dust, sky all around
well, mcdonald's or denny's?
fuck, texas is big

austin finally
oh my god frank kill that bug!
man, motel 6 sucks

here she is: pamie!
at long last we fucking meet
can i bum a smoke?

at the roundtable
only comment sent my way:
"bring back larry king"

afterward alone
the harsh reality hits:
no journal groupies

a week of movies
beer, smokes, and debauchery
huh, kinda like home


Well motherfuckers... Bye. I'll most likely update from Austin, and I'm sure I'll pop up at squishy.

Don't cry too much while I'm gone...

...I totally don't mean that: cry a lot.

The Corin "Corky" Nemec Happy Song Corner

 
 
I asked you for a ride I was lonely
And hoping to see you before I left town
You said, "I'm sorry, I'd like to, if only I had had the time ...
Maybe next time around."
And I walked for miles
And carried my bags
On streets with no sidewalks
In search of a ride
It was me and a Baby Ruth
A chewy chunk of chocolate truth
And here from the bus,
I would like to say thanks
Thank you.

I had imagined a breakfast of coffee and muffins
and maybe some cinnamon toast
But if I believed I would gain your attendance
I could have provided the Holy Host
And I walked for miles
In search of a ride
On streets with no sidewalks
And carried my bags
It was me and a Baby Ruth
A chewy chunk of chocolate truth
And here from the bus,
I'd just like to say thanks
Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
Thank you.
Not.

Two seats behind me, reclining
An angel is peering at me now from under a book
She catches me staring and smiles to the window
Again, I'm in love and with only a look
At noon I will fly to my city, my prison
And you will be forever gone from my life
And soon I'll deny any lingering vision
Of me in some catalogue and you as my wife

'Cause I walked for miles
In search of a ride
On streets with no sidewalks
And still muddy banks
It was me and a Baby Ruth
A chewy chunk of chocolate truth
And here from the bus,
I'd just like to say thanks
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks a lot.

...speaking of which. When I started out in the "biz" I had this agent, Janice Finkerstein from the Finkerstein Agency. She mostly represented "little people" - you know, midgets. Anyway, she took me on because she saw real talent when I played Martha in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf in my 6th grade production. Well, even though the minute I got my first paying gig I left Janice without even giving her her 10%... I'd just like to say thanks, Janice. Thank you. Thank you. Thanks a lot... By the way, are you by any chance looking to take on any new clients? No? OK, just checking... for a Friend. A Friend, I tell you.
 
 
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