Any way the wind blows...

In addition to be a walking tivo machine, my girlfriend is the queen of lyrics. I on the other hand get a lotof names mixed up and it makes for very comical and embarrassing gaffs. The solution: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/ Check it out!

My lyrics for today: Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I’m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because I’m easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me,
To me

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now he’s dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn’t mean to make you cry-
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body’s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I’ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....

Airlines Gone Mad

I have a love-hate relationship with The Airline. In one of the sad ironies in life I find myself more often curled up in an airplane than at home. I am diseased to a certain extent to find a thrill when I can screw over The Airline...yet it is rather pathetic because The Airline is so big it doesn't care about wee me.

The Airline did a number on me recently. My laptop (don't buy Toshiba) had a pre-existing condition of a poorly constructed screen. Add gregarious Air Canada Jazz flight attendant to the mix (bam BAM BAAAM!!! Why won't this luggage compartment shut! BAM!!!!) and I have a laptop with a cracked screen.

I was feeling down and out about this until I heard about Sam Sullivan. His worship is a quadraplegic and did my city proud by accepting the Olympic Flag this past week. He showed the world that you can be disabled but still make it somewhere in life. Yet mysteriously enough, The Airline gave the mayor a choice:

"Sorry sir but if you take the flag home with you, you are going to be over your weight limit. So you can take your wheelchair or the flag, but not both."

Sam chose the flag. It now flies at City Hall. Good on you Sam: you chose well....but I wonder how he got off the plane!!!

Maybe I should offer to write The Letter to The Airline.....