Poor old Johnny Franzen
Sounded sad upon the big hurrah, he moved a million hearts through Oprah.
Our mothers cried and read along and who’d blame them.
Now you’re NYT, not literary, now I must say more than ever.
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can write just like our fathers.
Come on PBW,
We miss you (and your blog) I check daily hoping for something,
Your
pub dictionary entries so full of hilarity you’re subversive
Ah come on PBW.
These authors round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in Mary Kay faces they’re so resigned to what their fate is,
But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever.
Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
PBW we’ll hum this tune forever.
Come on PBW, one more blog entry
Ah come on, you can write anything,
They won’t get you in a suit (you’d hoot)
Ah come on, blog, ah come on PBW.
And just so you can have the earworm all day, here’s a link to
the real song.
I think that’s the first time I’ve been cyber-serenaded. Very cool. Thank you, ma’am.
Sorry I’ve bailed for so long, too. The Scribd debacle was a major time sink as well as an emotional drain, and shoved me right back into the pits. If that twerp hadn’t shown up to entertain me with his idiocy in comments I probably would have deleted the blog that day. So see, trolls do have some good uses. 🙂
I think I’ll get back to blogging eventually, when I crawl out of the bad place and trust myself a little more. Or when I can look at the computer and not think, hell, what’s the use? Probably going to take a bit more time, though.
Thanks again for this. You’re a peach.
You’re welcome! The Scribd debacle added insult to injury, I’m sure. I can’t blame you for staying away from the keyboard temporarily, I had to stay away from the blog myself yesterday. I do hope you come back soon, though.