Master Debating
Going to Arizona last weekend for two back-to-back one-day tournaments—both on the preposterously expansive campus of Glendale Community College (G.C.C.), one hosted by G.C.C., the other by Arizona State University—was murder. We returned to sacred Michigan on Monday night, and then stepped right back into the meat grinder of the semester on Tuesday morning. I've been running on fumes all week, exasperated by the fasting required by Ash Wednesday and the curious case of simply not eating yesterday. I had a dessert from Applebee's and a banana; I cannot recall any other day when not in the clutches of the dreadful sick on which I've eaten so very little. I am an absolute mess today, but have unbreakable Project MERCATOR commitments both tonight and tomorrow.

Live life to the fullest, because even if you don't it'll be the death of you. (Note to self: the kid whose A.D.S. was about death.)

Science!
Doubt not that archaeology is a science: Bosworth Field (revised)link. I'm so very tempted to quote something from Richard III, but I am more and more convinced it is a political hatchet job perpetrated to curry favor with that monstrous dynasty, the House of Tudor, and a work devoid of historical merit. Still damned fine literature, but not the history so many suppose it to be. But I digress.

Science!

The Rebel Black Dot Songs of the Day
Madness, "Tarzan's Nuts" from One Step Beyond… (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: I have no idea if "Tarzan's Nuts" is meant to indicate possession (the nuts that belong to Tarzan) or a contraction (probably for "Tarzan is Nuts").

Donnerstag, 18 Februar
Fountains of Wayne, "Comedienne" from Out-of-State Plates, Disc Two (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: I know "Comedienne" was the R.B.D.S.O.T.D. just a few weeks ago, but it is the perfect—perfect, I tell you—song for the out-of-left-field shenanigans that were my Thursday night. Bog, I've got so much bloggy blogging to catch up on… that I don't even care that this sentence almost ended in a preposition.

"She gets caught in the curtains,
Lost in the lights,
But she's wearing a turban,
Feeling alright,
And she's hoping to God
That they're coming tonight."

You'll never guess what I did last night, but go ahead and try, the wackier the better.

Mittwoch, 17 Februar
The Coral, "Dreaming of You" via iTunes (T.L.A.M.)

Commentary: After being twice thwarted on Tuesday, in fine farcical fashion, The Impossible Ingenue & I finally dined at Sagano, on Flint's finest sushi. Yes, my life has become something of a screwball comedy.

Dienstag, 16 Februar
"Weird Al" Yankovic, "Bob" from Poodle Hat (T.L.A.M)

Commentary: I'm a wretch and a knave for overlooking Daddy Dylweed's birthday on Tuesday…

Happy (Belated) Birthday!
Happy birthday (on Tuesday) to Daddy Dylweed! Dylweed's been a close chum since first we suffered through Mrs. Horvath's English class back in middle school, and we were as thick as thieves in high school. In the years since, we've seen each other too infrequently, but whenever we do meet it's as if we just saw one another the day before. He's a good friend, but an even better father and husband. Happy birthday, Dylan!

…but I thought I could make amends, at least in some small way, through the selection of the R.B.D.S.O.T.D. I've chosen "Bob," "Weird Al's" tribute to Bob Dylan, after whom, alongside Dylan Thomas, the Dylweed is named. I hope you had a great birthday, old chum!