Dementites hang from the ceiling

Glaring omission from this week's installment, h/t Ross, check the ABBA FOIL.

Startin' where I left off more or less...somehow I will find in these files the ALL CHICKEN version of "In the Mood." I think I'll eliminate all paragraph breaks, since it's Saturday night and I'm feelin' kinda crazy.

"15, 16, 17, that's...JAILBAIT!" Duly noted. "The Ballad of Jim and Tammy Faye"...by TAMMY FAYE. Is this fer real?? Oh yes. The hour of reckoning, plastic Jesus glued to the dashboard of my car song. Homer n' Jethro sing about Jim n' Tammy. (What are the chances I'll find "Slap 'er Down Agin Pa" in here? Hmmmm...) While I'm waiting for the next one to load, I'll do a preemptive plug for a GREAT essay coming soon by SOMEONE AWESOME about Skye's cover of "Wild World." I guarantee its greatness without even having read it -- it's THAT GOOD. And it will also singlehandedly bring back SKYE FRIDAYS. Nov. 15, 1987: Nothin' sez Xmas like CHRISTMAS AT GROUND ZERO. This used to be my favorite original Weird Al song (except "One More Minute"), a good double header with "Not This Year"! Never noticed that the siren in the background is in tune. Sounds particularly Roger Rabbitish on this one. Stock market woes = more requests for "Tale of the Ticker," from the '29 crash: "Oh, the market's not so good today, your stock looks kinda sick/ In fact they all drop down a point each time the tickers tick/ We'll have to have more margin now, there isn't any doubt/ So you better dash with a load of cash or we'll have to sell you out." Send me to glory in a GLAD bag. What, generic brand's not good enough for ya? Aly and AJ send their holiday greetings (unrelated). It was a CRASH, it was the MARKET CRASH! Yeesh. The Great Cosmos from the Northern Neck of Verginia, who gets Demeeeeeeented with his sheep, requests "The Scotsman." Harry's jock strap, Harry's jock strap, it's brand new, it's brand new. A "funny country rap" that's not very funny. Sounds like Julie Brown (actually Barbie and the Big Cheese), song about a pitbull, BITE HIS BUTT YOU STUPID MUTT. "Yabba Dabba Doo Time," Rocky and Bullwinkle synth-pop remix ("Hey Rocky" by Boris Badenuff), long lost disc "Cohen at the Telephone" from around WWI. "If I have any more of your impoitenance, I'll tell the manager about you!" There's a hole in the middle of it all -- I'll make beelions and beelions with the book contract and a TV show with the government funding for looking for the nothing in the void where the bang caused the hole in the middle of it all. Assuming the theory holds. "Filk music" is folk music with sci-fi elements. Better than "freak-folk," I guess. "Deteriorata" still kind of creeps me out. GIVE UP. Impoitenant joiks. "It's in the book." He loves her and she loves him and he loves him and I love them and he loves them and she loves them...can you dig it? Reminds me of Napoleon XVI (It IS him, I knew it!). George Smilovici is the guest. I'm tough! I do punk yoga! That's where you stand on someone ELSE'S head! My mum never tucks me into bed, she STAPLES me in! Sings "You Are So Average to Me." Plays "King Tut." Y-O-D-A Yoda, Reverend Paywell (give them evangelists hell, haw!). FUNNY FIVE: (5) Bitchin' Camaro, (4) They're Coming to Take Me Away, (3) Elvis Is Everywhere, (2) GAH STAR TREK SPOOFS MUST DIE (1) NO NO NO NO STAR TREKKIN' STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP.

OK, parag break. November 22, 1987. Still no "In the Mood." Starts with a White Collar Holler ("like on the chain gang"...uh huh). The Frantics, who are not funny at all. Gas station washroom. Nope, can't do it. I'll listen to "Girl Fight Tonight" and then go to bed.