Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I've been listening to Glen Campbell's popular version of this summer favorite. After hearing Toussaint sing it, I don't know if I can listen to Campbell's interpretation again. Ah, who am I kidding? The song is inherently great!
Toussaint wrote the song; it's featured on his 1975 album Southern Nights.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The alpaca, or Alpaca, in the proper, is larger than a hen but not so tall as a horse, unless we're talking about a small horse, not a pony, but just a smaller horse, because it is younger or has been bred to grow no higher than, say, an alpaca. In such a case, the alpaca is taller than a horse, but no way is it to be mistaken for a giraffe, despite the long neck and unlaced sneakers (this has been determined to not be a fashion statement, but rather the result of both animals being characterized as even-toed ungulates, a condition which leaves you fucked it you want to open a jar of peanut butter, or lace up one's shoes).