The Llama Song.
Burton Earny strikes again.
(You can't listen to it once. You just can't. You let it loop twice, and you're hooked. Even when you close the page, it's still looping in your head.)
Thankfully, I haven't memorized the lyrics... yet...
What the Philosophers say about reality is often as deceptive as when you see a sign in a second-hand store that reads: Pressing Done Here. If you went in with your clothes to have them pressed you would be fooled; the sign is for sale.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
Burton Earny strikes again.
(You can't listen to it once. You just can't. You let it loop twice, and you're hooked. Even when you close the page, it's still looping in your head.)
Thankfully, I haven't memorized the lyrics... yet...
A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The Clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
2 comments:
Dan, you need to get out of my head. I hadn't thought about the llama song in months. Then Thursday, I see a llama and think about the song. And now, you post it. What's up with that??????
Were you thinking about it in church?
You know you're in trouble when you start imagining the worship team sing "here a llama there a llama..."
Coupled with the smell of fresh bread (and photographic densitometry, and motorcycle tires, and feeding the geese at Hawrelak park, and all of the other associated lovely things running around in my head), it's a wonder I even remembered to un-mute pastor Lorne's mic this morning.
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