Lyrics du jour

Friends warehouse pain
Attack their own kind
A thousand kids bury their parents
There's laughing outside
We're locked outside the public eye

Some smooth chords
On the car radio
No hard chords
On the car radio

We set the trash on fire
And watch outside the door
Men come up the pavement
Under the marquee
There's laughing inside
We're locked outside the public eye

This should be fun

In the great tradition of our family doing holidays the weird way, we're going to be spending Christmas in DEATH VALLEY this year.

irc funnies

<fimmtiu> Oh, great. A new unpublished Heinlen novel unearthed.
<zebulon_y> haha
<fimmtiu> Who wants to bet that the synchronized wanking of Libertarian fanboys as they read will put a new wobble in the Earth's rotation?
<ignatz> I hope it's a socialist fable about the virtues of celibacy and high taxation.
<zebulon_y> Lazarus Long Tells You About All-Private Government Services From Under A Pile of Redhead Teenagers