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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

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TPC

"It's a fine, fine day for a reunion. It's a fine, fine day for coming home. But they [lyric forgotten], they [lyric forgotten], it's a fine, fine day. And [I think] nothing is going to take that, nothing is going to take that away."

Number of Tony Carey lyrics memorized: 4-and-a-half.
Number of Robert Frost lines memorized: 2

Wasting your adolescence staring at a cathode-ray-tube that is shooting rapidly changing patterns of electrons into your eyes, all set to a pop-rock beat: priceless.

Scott

"It's a fine, fine day for a reunion. It's a fine, fine day for coming home. But they [lyric forgotten], they [lyric forgotten], it's a fine, fine day. And [I think] nothing is going to take that, nothing is going to take that away."

Yes! Yes! That’s the one, baby! And I see you remember it almost exactly the way I do.

Wasting your adolescence staring at a cathode-ray-tube that is shooting rapidly changing patterns of electrons into your eyes, all set to a pop-rock beat: priceless.

I know I found it be so. Well, either priceless or worthless. Take your pick.

On the other hand, maybe it wasn’t actually being wasted. This piece right here, for instance, makes me think that maybe we were being prepared for the future in all its multi-tasking glory.

Or maybe we were just wasting our adolescence. But I surely do have fond memories of wasting it away in that manner. Yes I do.

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