One of these things is not like the other...

I don't think I'm still hung over but I feel that way, and increasingly filled with impotent rage about the blowful morality of the Decider.

I'm in a very kindergarten mood right now. Let's watch Sesame Street together and sleep off our Independence Day.



Manah Manah






















Do doooo de do dooo.



Manah Manah.



















Do dooo de doooo.


Manah Manah.




Do doooo de doo dooo, de doo dooo,
de doo doooo,
de dooo doo,
doo
doo
doo
doo
doo
doo
doo.



















Squeedly bop do do be bah... bah do bee doodly bah dee pah... bedah la la... bedah la la...

Manah Manah...

Do doo de do doo.














Sorry, toots. I guess money won't buy you everything...

But corruption will.

Here's something that makes more sense. Piero Umiliani, you were a genius.

For more combat scat, I highly recommend the Home Movies episode "Hiatus." In the opening scene, conversation breaks down into something Kafkaesque, and then into a kind of scat freestyling dozens match... something so wrong it makes the brain bleed. Brendan Small, you are a freakin' genius.

Oh, and never, EVER Google "Home Movies" and "scat" together.