I had all evening to develop program copy for PCS's upcoming Gala, our biggest benefit of the year, and I could just not get started. Or rather I'm getting started now. Could not be sorrier, Kavita! Tomorrow, I promise!
Here's what I did instead. Shame! Shame! Shame!
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Okay, Mead, thanks a lot.
First you sucker me in with Connery, and then I end up listening to the whole of your evil little tape (and I remember those Compact Cassettes you used to be able to buy Radio Shack in a plastic bag), groovin' cool...hey, good stuff, and an extra olive with that martini, if you don't mind. Then that cover of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" kicks in, and suddenly the walls are breathing and my monitor's melting and I apparently have four hands and can't seem to control any of them and there's some weird pressure building behind one eye as the other one shrinks down to a BB....
A. Where'd you get that cut?
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B. I can see I'm already shot for the day. Get these bugs away from me! What? Damn, this room is tall....
I spent my morning scrub-n-shine attempting my best Dame Shirley Bassey imitation. Your mixtape was the perfect follow up. Procrastination time well spent!
Mead...I blame you. But what a hell of a lot of fun. My mix is on splattworks...use at your own risk. (My old radio days creeping back on me.)
I must resist, but then I saw Steve's tape too... oh, I envision me wasting the children's naptime with this mindless fun
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