Live B8

While everyone else is going to be glued to the tube today to watch geezers Bono, et al, strike a pose for hunger in Africa, I'm going to load up the ol' I-pod with some new sounds and boogaloo down by the backyard pool. Maybe coax a mermaid or two while I'm at it.

And the business will shake hands and talk in numbers
And the princess will wake up from her slumber
Than all the knights will step forth with their arm bands
And ev'ry stranger you meet in the street will make demands

So believe no lies, then dry your eyes and realize
That surprise

UPDATE:

It appears that, during my long-weeks absences from Casa rdr, the House and Garden faeries have not been holding up their end of the devil’s bargain. There are weeds sprouting everywhere, my private domain (the garage) is in complete disarray, and the battery in Porsche is dead, preventing any escape from the clutches of that nemesis “Honey Dew.”
Rather than simply succumb to the siren song of “he who complains about stuff unruly,” I am jettisoning my earthly persona in favor of “that who sure as hell gets stuff done with out whining, dammit.”
Yeah, HIM.