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Since I could not go to Kielle's wake, I spent much of Saturday evening in the car, singing loudly in her honor. The only songs I know at the moment are "Stuck in the Middle with You" and the (60s) Spider-Man theme. Fortunately, it was cold out and the windows were rolled up, so I only have to apologize to Kielle, the car, and God.

"Kilroy. Kilroy. KILROY!"

I was just in the Post Office, buying stamps, and "Mr. Roboto" came on the radio. I couldn't fill out the check because I was laughing so hard.

Also, now the Postmaster hates me, because it turns out Styx is his second-favorite group ever and he's seen them in concert five times.

This morning, when I was in the basement buying soda, "Xanadu" was playing.

These sorts of incidents are why people buy handguns.

VALI!!!

You have to see this:

http://electricbiscuitonline.blogspot.com/2005/10/dawn-of-knitted-dead.html

(stolen from tikistitch)

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At one point, a spandex-sporting woman hits [Rosa] Parks in the head with a chicken leg. "Sit down!" she yells at Parks. "That's what you're known for anyway."

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9785347/site/newsweek/

All right. Now I am officially het up for Boondocks.