He's Dead, Jim
The most recent biopsy revealed that the tiny dark spot on my mom's latest scans is indeed the cancer, not yet eradicated as we'd hoped. The endlessly amusingly-named Tumor Board meets a week from tomorrow to decide on the plan of attack. At this stage, further excavation into Mom's nose to carve out the cancer seems not to be on the table, for reasons about which I shan't speculate, being neither a medical doctor nor an actor playing one on T.V.
The Rebel Black Dot Songs of the Day
Blood Red Shoes, "It's Getting Boring By the Sea" from Scott Pilgrim vs. the World: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (T.L.A.M.)
Montag, 16 August
Broken Social Scene, "Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl" from Scott Pilgrim vs. the World: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (T.L.A.M.)
Commentary: The title should be "Anthems for a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl." I very much enjoy the repetitive lyrics of (sic) "Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl," and used the technique in my own compositions "Olga's Song" (tentative title), written at the time of my failed wooing of From Russia With Love, and "The Astronaut Song" (titled in the same fashion as M.T.D.'s "The Viking Song"). I cannot write music; so, I submit lyrics and sometimes, just sometimes, K. Steeze turns them into R.C.Y. songs.
"Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash,
Talking trash under your breath.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash,
Talking trash under your breath.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash,
Talking trash under your breath.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash,
Talking trash under my window."
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