I kept on wondering when the hcek I'm supposed to put out my mixtape (and what Pete & Amanda's arbitrary rules were) so I'm pasting this here so I can stop forgetting:
1/ Dickens April 1
2/ Soares April 8
3/ Nair June 24
4/ Dybdahl April 22
5/ Adams April 29
6/ Harrison May 6
7/ Martin May 13
8/ Chittum May 20
9/ Valencia May 27
10/ Harvey June 3
11/ Macy June 10
12/ Henson June 17
13/ Jedlinsky April 15
Same rules: 11 songs, no artist repeats. And now a NEW rule: One of your songs has to have the word LOVE, SUNSHINE, CANDY (or variations: chocolate, Smarties, Zagnut bar) or WEEKEND (or variations: Friday, Saturday (not Sunday)) in the title.
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Sunday, April 19, 2009
Friday, September 26, 2008
What to do with a tardy Tad...
Hate to play squad cop, friends, but it's come to this.
Mr. Dickens is late. Two days at this point (Friday, 10:19 a.m.).
Inevitable this would happen, I guess, people being flawed as they are. We could let him off with a warning, but I suggest to you that if we let the rule of law slide on this, we one day confront anarchy in our little regulated world. What's next, CDs with TEN, nay, TWELVE songs?
We must hold the line and discipline our brother, and do it because we love him, and because we are a squad of laws.
What to do with a tardy squad member...
Require push-ups? Running laps? Too gym class, perhaps.
Pull his pony tail? Too WWE, it would seem.
Perhaps strap him to his chair, tape his earbuds in and make him listen to some of the high quality promo discs he's stooped to part with lately. Can't understand why he'd want to let go of "Words of Love" by Jil Aigrot or "Prism: The Human Family Songbook" by Beth Nielsen Chapman.
And your ideas?
-- Matt
Mr. Dickens is late. Two days at this point (Friday, 10:19 a.m.).
Inevitable this would happen, I guess, people being flawed as they are. We could let him off with a warning, but I suggest to you that if we let the rule of law slide on this, we one day confront anarchy in our little regulated world. What's next, CDs with TEN, nay, TWELVE songs?
We must hold the line and discipline our brother, and do it because we love him, and because we are a squad of laws.
What to do with a tardy squad member...
Require push-ups? Running laps? Too gym class, perhaps.Pull his pony tail? Too WWE, it would seem.
Perhaps strap him to his chair, tape his earbuds in and make him listen to some of the high quality promo discs he's stooped to part with lately. Can't understand why he'd want to let go of "Words of Love" by Jil Aigrot or "Prism: The Human Family Songbook" by Beth Nielsen Chapman.
And your ideas?
-- Matt
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