Thursday, December 21, 2006
So. That’s the way the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper.
We are grinding to a halt.
Tomorrow is the end of our world (as we know it). And we don’t feel fine.
I thought I might be able to raise a smile with a Fortune Teller, but Lovely was too despondent. Can you imagine being so low that even Origami can’t reach you?
It’s THAT bad.
Maybe it’s as well he didn’t play; my ‘Fortunes’ did tend towards the pessimistic. “If you think this is bad, just wait till next year”, “Q: What’s the worst that could happen? A: Next Year”… that kind of thing.
Mind you, he’s still a ‘2’on my “Where Do You Stand On A Scale Of Minus Ten To Plus Ten?” O-Meter. I’m down at minus 3.
Hopippolla – We Are Scientists
Postcards From Italy – Beirut
Such Great Heights – Iron & Wine
Crazy – Gnarls Barkley
We Both Go Down Together – The Decemberists
God Bless America – James McMurtry