shanmonster | I'm Obviously On Crack

My internal playlist has gone mad. Over the past twenty-four hours, I've caught myself singing the following songs with no apparent provocation:

Michael Row the Boat Ashore
Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On
Pet Shop Boys - Domino Dancing
The Muppets - Muh-Nuh Muh-Nuh
Paula Abdul - Cold-Hearted Snake
Sting - Shape of My Heart
Come All Ye Faithful
DJ Lebowitz - Because of my Hemorroids

I apparently suffer from some sort of musical Tourette's Syndrome.

In other news, I roasted a goose for supper last night. I hadn't had goose in about twenty-four years, and since I found one on sale for half-price last week, I decided I was going to have myself a feast. The goose was fairly labour intensive to prepare, but the end result was very good, and not at all greasy as f00dave and my Dad insisted it would be. I guess it all depends on the way you cook it. My goose was very yummy.

During the meal, we were discussing the influx of illnesses which coincides with the onset of the school year, and the various strains of influenza which come from Asian chickens. Around then, my guest Aaron looked over at his Malay friend Linda and said, "Get away from me, SARS bitch!"

'Twas hysterically funny, but perhaps you had to have been there to catch the spot-on comic timing....

In other wacky mealtime hijinks, f00 kept calling the goose a turkey. I told him, "No, no! A goose is a pretty bird, but a turkey is a hideous beast with a big, sloppy, discoloured scrotum mashed all over its face and head." And I stand by my statement.