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Peewee is dead.

I didn't see him around the house today, so I was getting a little worried, but kind of assumed he was curled up somewhere. I was partly right. When I got home from work tonight, about an hour ago, I couldn't find him so I went searching for him, and sure enough, he had found a corner of the basement, stretched out and died.

It was a little freaky, especially since dad wasn't home at the time. Luckily he arrived in ten or fifteen minutes and was able to take care of it so I didn't have to.

I had to take care of a dead guinea pig once and it was disturbing.

If the ground thaws enough by the weekend we will bury him in the family pet plot in the backyard with three guinea pigs, two cats and a ferret or two. If not, we will probably have to ask the humane society to deal with it.

It is the end of an era. I was eleven-going-on-twelve when we got him. That's over half my life so far. But I'm glad I didn't have to take him to the vet to be euthanised. Even though I know its for the best sometimes, it still disturbs me to think I've just had a hand in killing a living creature.

So I'm sad. But I'll survive. But I'm sad.

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A Simple Desultory Phillipic (or How I was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)

I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored.
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd.
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind.
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded a
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed.
That's the hand I use... well... never mind!

I been Phil Spectored, resurrected.
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered.
Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay.
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce,
And all my wealth won't buy me health,
So I smoke a pint of tea a day.

I knew a man, his brain so small,
He couldn't think of nothing a-'tall.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking
about Dylan Thomas,
Whoever he was.
The man ain't got no cul-chah!
But its alright, ma,
Everybody must get stoned.

I been Mick Jaggered, been silver daggered.
Andy Warhol, won't you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkled.
I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone.

(Folk Rock!)

(I've lost my harmonica, Albert....)

-Simon and Garfunkle

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I think Simon and Garfunkle's For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her is one of the most romantic love songs ever written