This has got to be the funkiest fictional soundtrack ever. You must, on pain of being uncool, a fate worse than death, check out Bollywood for the Skeptical. It's a collection of mostly old-school hindi music, and it sounds perfect on a laptop, with that tinny transistor feel, says puck.
Puck is also meant to blog an expose on me, and this is my note that is meant to go with that: Do not drink any coffee that Brian makes, ever. It's very good coffee, just a touch of sweet, the way I like it, a seductive humbert humbert stroking my collarbone, followed by waves of regret after. Other than personality changes and an urge to vibrate, I felt like a fuzzy ghost signal on TV, not sure where the edges of my body were and my head was empty (no obvious jokes please).
why wy?
Sunday, April 17, 2005 at 10:34 AM
4 comments:
tygertyger said...
Thanks for the bollywood link! and that coffee... sounds almost better than sex :)
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said...
Yesterday, Wy had a coffee that I made and found it quite agreeable. It was mildly caffeinated, the caffe equivalent of - not quite a shirley temple - more a baby-cham. To use the local vernacular - weak as piss! This time happily, she was not having out-of-body experiences balancing on my balcony parapet, belting out "I'm not the man you think I am... circle in the sand" and other such odd medlies. 'Nuff said.
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said...
... well, maybe I stretched the truth a little there, but it was fun for the moment, no?
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wyjunkie said...
hmmm, i remember circle in the sand... the rest is a freezeframe blur
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