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It’s a lie, but it’s fun.  –  unnamed Seattle cop

Regular readers know that I am fond of unusual song covers; this one, provided by Jesse Walker, is Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” with all the instruments replaced by various sounds made with a spring doorstop.  The links above it were contributed by Rick Horowitz, Franklin Harris, Zuri Davis, Phoenix Calida, Cop Crisis, Popehat, and Kevin Wilson, in that order.

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Kelso…apprehended the open facial area of her…head. – “Officer” John Wolf

The big news this week was the death of Neil Peart, drummer and lyricist for Rush.  It wasn’t easy to pick a video to commemorate him, but I decided on this one not only for its unusually wise view of immortality, but also because it displays both Peart’s skill as a lyricist (inspired by Coleridge, for goodness’ sake), but also his ability as a percussionist.  The links above it were contributed by Anarras Ansible, Sydney Brownstone, Amy Alkon, Mike Siegel, Cop Crisis, Walter Olson, and Cop Crisis again, in that order.

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You don’t make the rules out here, we do.  –  “Officer” Ethan Newberg

Sadly, there aren’t many holiday videos any more, but this one from Mike Siegel, in which Pachelbel’s Canon is played with Polish train horns, is pretty festive.  Mike also provided “deep”, and the rest of the links above the video are from Ricardo  Cortés (“apples”); Cop Crisis (“serving” and “standing”); Maura Alwyen (“physics”); Radley Balko (“trained”); and Dave Krueger (“time”).

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I can’t breathe.  –  David Glen Ward

The name of Caroll Spinney, who died earlier this month, may not be familiar, but I’m sure you’ll know the names of two characters he played for almost half a century:  Big Bird and Oscar the Grouch.  So I can’t think of a better way to observe Christmas and honor Spinney than to feature this video of Oscar sharing his feelings about the holiday.  The links above it were provided by Mama Tush (“faking” & “strangles”); Radley Balko (“explain”); Anarras Ansible (“treatment”); Mike Siegel (“Kampala”); and Cop Crisis (“execution” & “umbrella”).

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I believed in Santa Claus long after my friends had stopped, until about 9.  This may seem strange to those who don’t know me very well, because I’m so intelligent, skeptical and hardheaded.  But looking back on it, I realize that I expended considerable mental effort to make myself believe, long after doubts had become well-established in my mind.  Then about ten years ago, Terry Pratchett’s Hogfather made me realize the probable reason for this:  deep down I knew that once I stopped believing in that one powerful symbol of goodness in the world, the rest of the pretty lies such as “justice”, the goodness of “leaders” and their henchmen, the notion that there’s “someone for everyone”, the silly canard that “following dreams” often results in something other than disaster, etc, would fall as well.  And of course I was right; by 13 I had rejected organized religion and my teachers and parents were criticizing me for being so cynical; by 16 people were saying I was “born adult”; by 18 I was an anarchist.  Once I lost the ability to believe in childish fantasies, all of the childish fantasies – including the ones most adults still cling to –  went down in flames.  But even though I no longer believe in a literal Father Christmas, I still have a very high regard for the symbol, and at this time of year I make sure to do whatever I can to act in a way that would make him happy.

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You still might get paid.  –  another Bridezilla

My friend Mark Draughn suggested that sex workers might find this video useful to send to annoying people online, and I can’t say I disagree.  The links above it were provided by Anarras Ansible, Franklin Harris, Mike Siegel, Cop Crisis (x2), Mark Bennett, and Radley Balko, in that order.

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Diary #492

Last Tuesday night I went with Lorelei to see a new musical of Mrs. Doubtfire; I’ve never seen the original Robin Williams vehicle but I was familiar with the premise, so I was quite pleased when the musical was very funny, with a top-notch cast.  That was just the start of my week; on Wednesday evening I waited until about 8 pm (after the traffic died down) to leave for Sunset and had a lovely drive.  We had a fairly big Thankgiving this year; beside the usual guests we invited several younger escorts who don’t have local family, and did it pot-luck style.  Since I was only in charge of preparing the turkey & stuffing, I kept finding myself feeling as though there was something I should be doing because I usually have to do everything.  But once I got used to it, the decreased pressure was rather nice!  The day was so relaxing, in fact, that discoving there was a water leak under the house couldn’t ruin my mood.  As it turned out, the leak was from one of the old pipes which we recently replaced; we discovered a while back that the additions made to the house in the early ’50s were strictly Amateur Hour, and one example of just how amateur is that the pipe which originally fed water to the toilet was taken directly off of the house main at the back instead of coming off of the main after the shutoff valve.  As a result, there was no way to shut it off without shutting off water at the storage tank, which means that even though the pipe was cut off and capped it still had water in it…which apparently froze Wednesday night.  But we got it all fixed by Friday afternoon in time to cut and decorate a tree, and since I’ve owned rural property for 17 years it wasn’t even all that stressful to me.  And it felt good to come back to Seattle on Saturday knowing that I’ll be back at Sunset in just a few weeks.

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