December 23rd, 2006

Seasonal

1. Thank you,  senordildo for the CD of evil Xmas music. It plays in the background as I write.

2. Joe has a taste for Hair. Inexplicable to me unless it's somehow genetic; his mother and I used to love that one- the Original New York cast recording- with Diane Keaton somewhere in the mix. He was playing it this morning- loud- before setting off to work. 

My hair as Jesus wore it.
Alleluia, I adore it!
Mother Mary loved her son;
Why don't my mother love me?
Hair!

3. For a moment after the divine Spoonerism came to me I entertained an insane hope that I'd invented it, but I Googled and found that lots of people had been there before me. Ah well- let me pass it on. In the words of the greeting that resounds at this time of year down the long, bleak corridors of Teutonic insane asylums- God bless you, Gerry Mentalmen.