March 4, 2008

Why Can't We Be Friends?

We heard a great "gypsy jazz" band at a brunch at Chautauqua last week:

It was great. (I just said it was great twice. My brain hurts. Maybe it's cancer.)

I'm sitting at an internet cafe, writing a response to a 12(b)(6) and 56 motion in a case that should never have happened. The defendants are at war with each other and they don't care who gets hurt in the process. It reminds me of the massive brawl scene in the movie "Semi-Pro," set to the tune of "Why Can't We Be Friends?" The motion takes eight pages to say "it's the other guy's fault" and then twist the truth like a pretzel. Eight pages. Eeeeeevil.


Doug said...

She'd rather be a gypsy
'cause her brain hurts
from a 12(b)(6) and 56
that's jazzed up the fault lines,
an eight page crack in time
for uncouth untruth
-- Douglas Gilbert

Cindy said...

Nah--cancer doesn't hurt most of the time. That's what's so weird: you feel great, they tell you you have cancer. So you're probably alright!

Red Flashlight said...

Well I'm glad it's not cancer.

But get this - I think I pulled a muscle in my head.

How's that for a neat trick?

Molly said...

Thanks for the comment on my blog. Didn't see your email address, so am responding here. I posted a revised version--the first post was not meant to be the real post. Sometimes my mothering duties result in mistakes. Just wanted to invite you to read the revision.
Thanks for the comment!

Woman with a Hatchet said...

Sorry you're sick! Get better.

And I notice that you ARE getting around the blogging world, aren't you?