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The streets of Fandom, Monday morning
Mar. 6th, 2006 11:41 amThe weather was cool and the sky was cloudy, and Artie was canoing.
Mortimer the bug as also in attendence, flying in lazy circles at the end of its red thread leash, which Artie had thoughtfully tied to the bow of the boat.
Artie was serenading his friend, the bug, with a song. Though, being Artie, it was more of a spoken word rendition of the song.
( cut for lyrics )
Though the music is upbeat, the singing is somewhat melancholy, as though Artie were nostalgic for better days of summers and falls with a puny viking, beating up the ocean, delivering papers, searching for ice cream men, staying up late, fighting bowling balls.
Either that, or Artie just realllllly can't sing.
Mortimer the bug as also in attendence, flying in lazy circles at the end of its red thread leash, which Artie had thoughtfully tied to the bow of the boat.
Artie was serenading his friend, the bug, with a song. Though, being Artie, it was more of a spoken word rendition of the song.
( cut for lyrics )
Though the music is upbeat, the singing is somewhat melancholy, as though Artie were nostalgic for better days of summers and falls with a puny viking, beating up the ocean, delivering papers, searching for ice cream men, staying up late, fighting bowling balls.
Either that, or Artie just realllllly can't sing.
