Thursday – 01 February 2024
Yesterday, a friend posted the following image and I incorrectly assumed that it was a misspelling of a lyric from “The Spirit of Radio.”

Because, let’s be honest: My baseline default for many things is Rush lyrics.

Said friend corrected me with lyrics from “The Sound of Silence,” which NEVER even crossed my mind because “The Sound of Silence” is WAAAAAY down on my Pop Culture Meter. Almost to the point of not even being ON the meter.

Another friend deftly swept in with this picture, one I’ve seen before, but never fails to make me laugh:

My immediate response to which was: “Well, his fries are not for rent…”

But, given the way I’m wired, I couldn’t just leave well enough alone with just that one line…. and three minutes later, I’d come up with the following:

No, his fries are not for rent
But his poutine is heaven-sent
Maple syrup’s a worthy expense
For his pancake excellence!

Chopped liver!

::: guitar riff :::

I regret nothing, but do apologize to the late Neil Peart for my impertinence (imPeartinence?).