Very Funny, iPod

Yes, it's hilarious that it's 7,000 degrees below zero, and your shuffle feature has just cued up "Too Darn Hot." Cole Porter, you wily sonofabitch, you orchestrated this scenario from beyond the grave, haven't you? You and Ella both, and I'm sure it's a real thigh-slapper for you. My sneezes freeze as they exit my orifices, forming deadly jet-powered lances of grossness to slice through pedestrians on Michigan Avenue, but jazzily, in my ears, it is proclaimed that it's "too darn hot." Over. And over. Again. Because there are no other lyrics to that song.

Okay, mathematically, it's only 23% of the song that involves those words. I've done the math. But it seems like more.

Whatever. I'm cuing up "It Certainly Sucks to Die of Exposure" next.

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In Other News...

Apparently, there's something that makes the core of the Hancock Building a total wind-tunnel. You can't feel it in the standard elevators, but it's like they're testing the aerodynamics of the service elevator. And the drop in pressure is so precipitous in the emergency stairwells, that one can't actually close the doors, if one were to open the door to see what the sound of rushing wind is coming from.

So that's interesting.

Also interesting is that, since I was bundled up like Tenzig Norgay this morning, it now looks like I stole Barry Melrose's hair. Let me tell you, this is not a good look for me. Barry can get away with it, but I don't believe that I can. Clearly, I need a haircut.

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