• 3:15 A.M.
  bleah! signs point to yes! bleah! eep.

I'm pretty happy today. Combine that with being very sleepy right now and you get FLIPPANT. I'm super flip right now, great time to be writing down stuff I'll be held accountable for later! Flip flip flip flip. On with the flippance!

Feeeeed the birrrrds, flippance a bag... Say, was Mary Poppins a bad attempt at Britishness by Americans, or the other way around? I just remember the chimney sweep with unbelievable cockney accent. Hey, that was Dick Van Dyke! Dick Van Dyke, great name. You don't even need to put swearing in it to make it sound disgusted. (cf. "Peter Fucking Frampton") You can just be all, "Nice HAT Ed, makes you look like DICK van DYKE." "Ah, fuck off." See, flippant.

Unfortunately I now have the "feed the birds" song from Mary Poppins stuck in my head. It's not as if I know the whole song, either. I just have the first couple lines. "Feed the birds, tuppence a bag.." Well, actually... maybe that is the entire song. Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence, etc. Not per bag of birds, mind you. I suppose it's better than the Was (Not Was) song I was stuck with earlier ("Walk The Dinosaur") and way the hell better than Adam Ant and "Strip" (speaking of britishness.)

Mostly, being flip makes me want to just write "blah blah blah, the end!" Because the whole idea of there being writing and people remembering things seems kind of useless. Especially if the things they are remembering are things that I just thought up while I was lying in bed listening to the boats or trains toot off in the distance. Why must you toot so much, train? Are there people lying asleep in your tracks? Does the engineer find it amusing to wake up Seattlites who are just now lying down to brew up a great big hangover for tomorrow morning? Don't you know that it's Chinese New Year? (It is, by the way. Gung Hee Fat Choy.) You better cut it out. Tooting noises probably attract evil spirits or something.

Tooting noises most certainly attract irritated spirits, or spirits of irritation. I'm certainly not allowed to play the tuba at 3 am, so why can the train make loud sustained tooting noises? It is definitely disturbing a hundred times as many people as an ensemble of tuba players possibly could. Or is it that everyone is used to it? Sort of like we're used to that loud roaring noise that airplanes make every once in a while, burning a hole in our silence, hour after hour, every day of your life from birth to death? I mean, when all the flights were grounded in September a couple years ago, it was SILENT. There was silence all over the place. Even in the city! Unfortunately there is no way to have easy access to air travel and also quiet skies. You can't have a cow and eat it too. (Unless by "have", you mean "have a meal of". In which case, congratulations! You have won a dumb semantic game!)

Ok, I'd like to be flippant again. Blah blah blah the end.