The people do the best they can, or so they say.

Once, we were in a Ripley's Believe It Or Not tourist trap museum and there was a piece of a board that some man had layered a coat of paint onto once a day for seventeen years or something like that, and when you looked at it from the side, you could see all the different layers of paint in a stripe only they were really really thin, of course, and I just stood there and wondered.... what kind of person decides to paint a 2x4 once a day for seventeen years?

And then, we have these neighbors. They drive a somewhat ratty white Chrysler with black spray paint squiggles down one side. Now, I don't know a whole lot about them as people, but the one thing I do know about them is that they refuse, absolutely refuse, to pull more than halfway into their parking spot, which causes those of us who live in the next eight townhouses to swerve precariously around the car to get home. And I wondered about them, wondering what kind of people only pull halfway into their parking spot and then not leave the house for three days, and then it occured to me. They're the kind of people who get someone so pissed off that they take a spray can to their vehicle. So many questions answered right there.

Up a hillside in the snow

M shakes his head sometimes and says he can't understand how I can listen to the same band so much. I have CDs and piles of live recording files and while I will often use certain lines from these songs in the titles of my posts here, I hardly ever put it in the "Current Music" box because he's right, it IS weird.

But you know what? I listen to it all the time because it means something when a song you've heard more times over the last ten years than you can count has the power to make you cry.

Just so you know, that's why.