The Daily Mustard

There's an old song we used to sing at Boy Scout campfires called, "Shaving Cream," the chorus of which went:

Shaving cream, be nice and clean,
shave every day and you'll always look keen.

There were several verses to this. Every verse ended its rhyme with --it. I can only remember one such verse anymore. It goes:

My sister, she died very badly;
she died of a terrible fit.
She fell over screaming and raving
and drowned in a bucket of sh--aving cream, be nice and clean,
shave every day and you'll always look keen.

Does anybody know any more verses to this song?

Okay, now that Terri Schiavo has passed on, let's go over the principles involved for future reference.

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Well, we finally got around to roasting that leg of lamb I had originally intended for Easter Sunday. Slow-roasted, basted frequently, falling-off-the-bone tender. NOT done with mint (barbarians!) but with rosemary and onions. And we had fresh asparagus (a.k.a. ambrosia) to go with it.

Sassafras, that lucky dog, got the leg bone. She just loves our Atkins diet!

Sassy had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,
Sassy had a little lamb, and it was very tasty.

A fine ending to a fine day of rest and recuperation. Tomorrow in church, we have another couple of professions of faith to do amidst a joyous hymn-sing. (I like to schedule hymn-sings for the Sunday after Easter, when my brain is too tired to preach.)

And, of course, we will remember the Pope in our prayers, as well as all our Catholic brothers and sisters. This is a very Catholic community, so there will be a lot of feeling being expressed. I did a 92-year-old member's funeral yesterday, April Fool's Day (which his daughters thought was appropriate). Still running after people in hospitals, but mostly caught up on shut-in calls. Maybe this week I'll get caught up enough to spend a day working on correspondence for our trip to the UK. Then the IRS has to have its pound of my "too, too solid flesh." Oy, veh.

THE BARBARIAN AESTHETE:
Literature Without Texts;
or,
what kids get out of playing those weird games
by
Arthur W. Collins

Presented to Always on Friday, ISU Department of English
Spring, 1990; Revised Fall, 1996

[This paper, though dated in some ways now, might be of interest to some of the gamers out there. Always on Friday was a faculty/student series of programs on literary topics held at Indiana State University. When I was working on my Ph.D. at ISU, I was invited to address this topic, largely because of my background in writing for TSR (especially Dragon Magazine). I accepted because I enjoyed the topic -- and also because it was something I could use as Vita fodder.]


Cross-posted to christiangamers


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