It hasn't begun till the unicorn sings

So it’s a little later than Wednesday this week; still, you can always use a good unicorn chaser, can you not? And what could be perkier, happier, or more charming than the B-52’s singing the theme song of every blogger I know, Deadbeat Club?

I once had a Facebook group called that, for the purpose of hosting FNFF, short for Friday Night Fuck Fest, but consisting of people who generally have nothing better to do on a Friday night than sit at the computer, drinking, and commenting on other people’s websites. Which actually isn’t a bad way to spend a Friday night, if you have half a bottle of something decent, a good connection, and time on your hands. Now that I don’t have an office, even a home office, anymore, those days are behind me. I swear, I’m paying so damn much for inferior coffee every damn day that I might as well just rent an office; it’d be cheaper.

Hence this choice of Unicorn Chaser.

It should also be noted that, after several years’ quest, I finally have that leopard coat. I do not, however, have the huge ’60’s eyes, but it’s on my wish list for the next life.

Deadbeat Club

I was good, I could talk

A mile a minute,

On this caffeine buzz I was on

We were really hummin’

We would talk every day for hours

We belong to the deadbeat club

Anyway we can,

We’re gonna find something

We’ll dance in the garden

In torn sheets in the rain

We’re the deadbeat club

We’re the deadbeat club
Going down to Allen’s for

A twenty-five cent beer

And the jukebox playing real loud,

“Ninety-six tears”

We’re wild girls walkin’ down the street

Wild girls and boys going out for a big time

Let’s go crash that party down

In Normaltown tonight

Then we’ll go skinny-dippin’

In the moonlight

We’re wild girls walkin’ down the street

Wild girls and boys going out for a big time

Anyway we can

We’re gonna find something

We’ll dance in the garden

In torn sheets in the rain

Chorus

Oh no! Here they come

The members of the deadbeat club