You get a treat if you can tell me where the subject of this post comes from. No cheating.
And by treat, I mean nothing. Because I don't know you. You don't know me. I'm almost entirely convinced you don't even exist.
It's from "Ana Ng" by They Might Be Giants. It's too early to be pretentious or a dick to people who aren't real. "Oh, I'm so fancy because I know a song from an indie band that came out when I was 6 and you don't." Dick-y. Not my style.
I have nothing to talk about. I'm bored and the Internets are not as entertaining as they normally are. My 5 year old being right there might have something to do with that. Time for more coffee. That aughta make something fun happen.
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