Sunday, June 27, 2010
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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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Very abstract. Too abstract? I'm seeing a faucet and a possible flip-flop. Do I need to put on my glasses or do I not understand what post-mortem means? Wait, is this a song title?
It's a faucet. No flippy-floppies. No need for glasses. You understand post-mortem. It's not a song title.
This is a tribute to the body of work (so. intended.) of Law and Order's long-suffering chief medical examiner Elizabeth Rodgers, right? As the curtain closes on L&O's final year, right? That's a morgue slab and faucet, right? Post-mortem? Right?
"...........(chewing gum)..............these go to 11."
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