Monday Judgements and Warnings

You might want to keep this on the down low but let me tell it to you straight and letcha know that if you are feeling particularly festive as we embark upon this Season Of Joy and you decide that NOW IS THE TIME to go on and on and on about how the The Bee Gees' Fanny (Be Tender With My Love) is the best song ever written and you decide to sing a little bit of the crescendo that happens at the end and then talk about how it sounds like an opera or something, like Nessun Dorma, the way it hits that flaming rocket note that makes the hair on your arms stand up?  You might think this is a good decision because you're certain the acquaintances you're with will agree with you and swoon along as you weep with joy remembering the sweet shrill timber of Barry Gibb's voice---but you would be wrong in this instance.  You would be terribly wrong.

Whatever,
Sara Singalong
Solo Division
Shut Up, Inc.