I'm going to start a new discipline...

I'm going to begin outlining a new discipline of studying, and lo, for it shall henceforth be called 'Fungineering.' and lo for it shall have many and varied fields of study within the broad overall perspective field for the influence of what shall eventually be elevated unto an art form.

In other news I've made a commitment with ancksunamun to change my life for the next 10 days and hopefully for the remainder of the future. Good luck to me. :)

I'm glad to hear that you guys (scattymatty, janna_turtle, and Jess) all managed to have a good time despite my piking out... I will come next time I promise!

Also many thanks to vodun, who I shall be seeing tomorrow, for hosting parties and for generally being cool and decent and rad. :)

guess what I've just seen? :)

Cake - "Where Do Your Fingers Go?" (from Prolonging the Magic album)

When you sleep
Where do your fingers go?
What do your fingers know?
What do your fingers show?
Where do your fingers go?


When you sleep
Do they tremble on
The edge of the bed
Or do you fold them
Neatly by your head?
Do they clench like claws
Against your own skin?
When you're living
Your day all over again?


Do they play guitar in a Latin bar?
Are they strangers or lovers?
Do they drive your car?
Are they swimming submissively?
Sex acts of life?
Or just cutting through jello
With a very sharp knife?

Now Zeus was a womanizer
Always on the make
But Hera usually punished
Her that Zeus was one to take

When you sleep
Where do your fingers go?

Are they pulling out weeds
From the dusty soil?
But then never
Rewarded with the
Fruits of their toil
Are they scratching their nails?
On the chalkboards of death
Only seeking attention
When everyone in
The room has left?

When you sleep
When you sleep
Where do your fingers go?
What do your fingers know?
What do your fingers show?
Where do your fingers go?


When you sleep
Do they tremble on
The edge of the bed
Or do you fold them
Neatly by your head?