Dear The Dixie Chicks:

I hate to be the one to tell you this, but "think" and "Hank" do not rhyme.

Please re-write.

Thanks.

Personally, I always thought the devil played better than Johnnie.

But that's just my opinion.

I'm sitting outside in the sun right now.

And one of my neighbors is blasting Moonshadow by Cat Stevens. I mean blasting it. I could hear it even when I was inside the house.

If you're going to play it loud at least make it a worthy song. Now, I'm not saying I don't like that song, I do. But is it really one of those turn-up-your-stereo-and-rock-out kind of songs?

The yellow jackets are circling. I have to go inside.

Just in time for Easter.

Stigmata.

(or a binder-related incident at work, if you're more comfortable with that.)

So. How are you guys celebrating the resurrection of our lord and savior jesu...

Ok, I can't do that with a straight face. Sorry.

Want another one, Joel?

How about the guy I saw today, with the royal blue sweater and jeans, and the fuchsia socks. Yeah, fuchsia socks and guess what else? A fuchsia t-shirt peeking out from under the royal blue sweater.

I could post every day about the freaks in Redwood City.

Like the guy with the cheetah bike. It had a tail and everything.

The pole-circler, who walks circles around the light post non-stop as she's waiting for the light to change.

The guy who runs in the short shorts, reminiscent of Jack Tripper.

There's a never-ending stream of weirdos parading past my building. And we get to see them all. Even the midgets and the crippled hobos.

Another one.

I just saw a girl wearing red velour sweat pants and a pink turtleneck sweater. I wonder about the thought process behind that outfit. Was it just a matter of what was closest to her on the bedroom floor or did she really think to herself "wow, this would look great on me!"?

Totally 80's

I saw a guy wearing neon green Wayfarers today. Not even real ones. They were the fake, rubbery ones.

What's that all about?

Nice try.

Ebony and Ivory.
Good message.
Retarded song.

It's like Paul and Stevie wanted to do this meaningful song together and change the way people think, but they didn't have a lot of time to spend on it. So they decided to take a poem written by a sixth grader on the back of her Trapper-Keeper and put it to music.

And you know that sixth grader didn't even write it because she believed in it. She just wanted to get her poem in the school paper and knew that writing something with a "powerful message" increased her chances.