The pipes, the pipes are calling.

    The plumber came thisafternoon and fixed the pipes. Water has returned to the Moldy Mansion, and all is well-- or at least as close to well as it was.

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    Hi, I'm back. That reminded me that we have water again, so I went to take a shower. Sometimes I wish my life was like the Truman Show, and one of the big reasons is because of my showers. This is not to suggest that I want cameras in my shower; I think you'll remember that tasteful distance was maintained in the Truman Show. But I sing in the shower, and I rarely sing songs that exist.

    For example, I sang at least five different songs tonight, and while I've forgoten three of them, the one that went on the longest was called "Sturm und Drang", because that was every other line. The other song I remember was my drying off number, about people making stir-fry on someone's head. It started like this:

There once was a man
Who lived in Japan
And instead of a head
He had a frying pan
And people would always make stir-fry on his head...

    It goes on to have him ask people not to make stir-fry on his head, but they persist in doing so. I think you get the general idea. Anyway, I come up with bizarre stuff like this almost every time I shower, and it's lost to the world except for those rare occasions when I write it down and try to extend it into an actual song (The only two examples I can think of are the Lobster song and the Rat Bastard song.)

    Anyway, there's always something odd in the bathroom. While using the sink tonight, the handle came off (it's one of those long handles around a small turny-thing that activates the faucet, so it comes off frequently) and fell into the soap dish. I then cleaned the handle by running it under the faucet which it turned on. Maybe you had to be there, but I found this to be wonderfully bizarre.

    Although not as bizarre as a man with a frying pan for a head.