(no subject)

[ginny_t]

So, sitting at Pimblett's yesterday, poor Andrew didn't know about De-Lovely. And I told him about it, especially how many days are left. His reply was: "When is your recital?" Neurons fired, connections were made, and I wanted to cry. Booooo! I'll have to wait 'til the Saturday to see it. But, no, that's baseball. Hmmm... Sunday? Eeep! Too long to wait!

You're The Top
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I'll second the motion
And this is what I'm going to add;

You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're turkey dinner,
You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're an arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,

You're Whistler's mama!

You're camembert.

You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,

You're the nose
On the great Durante.
I'm just in a way,
As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!

You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

Or GOP!

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're an old Dutch master,

You're Lady Astor,
You're broccoli!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

Cole Porter (yay! List songs.)

It's a rather unpleasant day here. J scheduled training, but didn't take lunch coverage into account. She always does this - when will she learn?!? And then I discover that our software's getting caught on something that's been a problem since the day it was implemented. And the new coverage team's being as persnickety as usual. Deep breath.

Comments

[seangaffney.livejournal.com]

I have today off. :-D

Tweet tweet, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la.

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

Grrrrr! So lucky! But I have next Monday off. I'll have to be sure to return the favour then. ;-p

P.S. You mentioned something about Full Metal Panic novel translations? Please, please, pretty please with milk & sugar on top?

[seangaffney.livejournal.com]

The site that translates the novels is: http://www.boku-tachi.net/

Usually they put stuff up on their site about 3-4 days after they announce it, as it appears early for users of their IRC channel.

The End of Day by Day KICKS ASS.

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

Thank you thank you thank you! Now I can stop doing this pesky work stuff and get down to some serious time-wasting. :-D