Lyrics from an old tune, apropos of a September Saturday…
bon temps mes amis
it’s no longer the evening
and I have been drinking again
I’ve toasted myself
in spite of my health
I will roll ‘em on over again
it’s tra-la and tra-lee
we’ve stolen the seed
it will not grow back from within
they’ll procure no doubt
some source from without
and bathe our souls in our sins
flyin’ on blackberry wine
run down and ragged in time
I would beg the lord for a dime
I will bathe my soul in my sin
bon temps mes amis
I can’t feel my knees
I’m tired of this blasphemous gin
I will try in the night
to wake in the morning
the same man that I left in the evening
but I’m sullen and lonely
Tex’ says it’s only
acute aversion to the light
so bon temps mes amis
we have sewn all the seeds
and I’m better alone in the night.
flyin’ on blackberry wine
run down and ragged in time
I would beg the lord for a dime
I will bathe my soul in my sin
despite all my friends
their bitter ends
I will roll them bones again
bon temps mes amis
we’ve sewn all the seeds
and I have been drinking again
An alarming number of fake Twitter feeds have recently come to be, from the hilarious @Jesus_M_Christ to my local favorite, @FakeLewisHowes. Even more alarming though, when corporation-related, nearly as soon as they’re born, they’re being hunted down like the animals they’re feared to become.
Take for instance the short-lived @condeelevator, an amalgam of hilarious over-heards from the elevators of the Manhattan offices of Conde Nast, the publishing company responsible for such anti-materialism gems as Vogue, amongst others.
The latest to fall appears to be birthed from the inner-sanctum of none other than Goldman Sachs. Internal managers have promised just short of an inquisition into the matter, and some speculate that this was the reason that Lloyd Blankfein has retained outside counsel (not really, I just made that up). Either way, @GSElevator made to Page 6 and Gawker, and it contributed some hilarity to our world, so I thank the mind behind it. I hope the Goldman goons never find him or her, and live in fear as such.
Next steps, you ask?
I’m going to purge my twitter feed of all real profiles. Vanity sucks. Let’s all laugh a little.
Wisdom for the ages from a friend who is traveling in Peru right now.
Bizarre, random, hilarious.
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Well, apparently you oscillate its tit a lot.