Spending a quiet Sunday here, doing Weekend Coverage for The Company. It can wear you down, going through your queue, waiting for some lackeys in Oceania to call you a lazy bastard in stuttering Pidgin.
Whenever it gets me down, though, I just think about the Happiest Video in the World, and everything seems to be right again.
If that doesn't make you happy, you must be some kinda Liberal. Go cry about acid rain or something.
I opened a bottle and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
my town and my world behind me.
I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king
and dived in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a bottle and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
and followed their road with its bumps and bends
to the happily ever after.
I finished my bottle and out I came.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
but I have a bottle inside me.
With apologies to Julia Donaldson: that last part is a little creepy.
