The pain...
Jan. 10th, 2003 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetThis morning before leaving for work I turned on the TV/VCR combo to set it to record "Coupling", which, if I go to the Y after work as planned I will not be home to see, and turned the channel to WGBH 44 just in time to hear Barney sing "I've got a friend whose name is pumpernickel, yum yum pumpernickel, pumpernickel bread," following which several multiethnic children sang verses about their own favorite breads, far too many of which I heard before I could finish programming the damn thing.
Anyway, everyone knows dinosaurs don't eat pumpernickel. Scala, yes; pumpernickel, I don't think so.
But then that rascal Barney is an atypical dinosaur, I suppose.
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I forgot to mention yesterday that Wednesday night one of the writers' group people at the Athenaeum was going on about how Mark Twain came to her in a dream and gave her a box full of sand (but not, apparently, a sandbox). It was apparently quite meaningful and significant.
Anyway, everyone knows dinosaurs don't eat pumpernickel. Scala, yes; pumpernickel, I don't think so.
But then that rascal Barney is an atypical dinosaur, I suppose.
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I forgot to mention yesterday that Wednesday night one of the writers' group people at the Athenaeum was going on about how Mark Twain came to her in a dream and gave her a box full of sand (but not, apparently, a sandbox). It was apparently quite meaningful and significant.
