. . . "I'll be sex-offensive to you."

Is there anything better than early Blondie? I mean, other than premium gin?

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Any way, we cut a hit and we toured a bit

With a song he said he couldn't use.

And now he calls, and begs and crawls

—It's telephone deja vu!

We've got percentage points, some lousy joints

And all the glitter we can use, Mama,

So—huh—don't call us now. We'll call you.

Translation: I just got a major client. It dropped out of the sky, more or less.

So. You know.

But can someone just a few years older tell me whether that Beatles riff is, indeed, from "Day Tripper"? I totally missed that in the 70s, due to certain deficiencies in my education that I really don't want to discuss right now.

Please continue to send me money and gin. Because I like gin. And money.

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From Glenn, who mentions once again the Popular Mechanics work on recapturing handiness for males (and interested females), and points out that even Rush Limbaugh is aware of the trend toward males being Distinctly Unhandy.

I've been wanting to get The Dangerous Book for Boys for one of my nephews. But the very title could get me kicked out of my family: my sister-in-law is a safety nut—to a pathological degree. I'm not sure either of my nephews has ever skinned a knee.

The loophole: I could get it for my brother, their father. You know—as an Item of Cultural Interest.

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