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When will this blatant highjacking of my ideas end?
Once again James Lileks, reigning King of the Bathroom Books, has been using his Klingon Mind Scanner to probe my vague, half formed ideas. He then applies wit and - damn him - clearly written sentences and mostly correctly spelled words and publishes them on his website. And where does that leave me? Unable to sleep because the tin foil hat is so uncomfortable and it doesn't even keep him out of my head, that's where! I had intended to write something about how Mandatory Holidays just don't seem the same as they were in some mythical past, and he beat me to it in today's Bleat.
And this happens all the time! In one of his Diner episodes last summer he brought up how truly awful Mungo Jerry is and I shot beer out my nose. The keyboard still sticks! I am the world's foremost hater of Mungo Jerry. I once had a roommate who loved that group and I had to listen to their album endlessly. All their songs have a sameness usually only found in reggae. I hate them so much I won't even google them and post a link.
And you can't get that Diner from Lileks' site cause the link is broken and he won't fix it. Jeez - it isn't like he writes 14,000 columns per week! It's more like only 13,000. The slacker.
