My wife loves that song, possibly because of all the different variations she can do about people and things around her (mostly the cats).
I’ve been reading Cherie Priest’s Clockwork Century series lately, a set of steampunk novels set in an alternate 1870s where the Civil War hasn’t ended yet and there are airships and the city of Seattle was destroyed by a digging machine and walled off because a weird gas started seeping up from underground and turning the people into mindless, shambling monsters. It’s good stuff. The first book, Bomeshaker, is excellent, and the second book, Clementine, is a slight but enjoyable read. I’ll definitely be reading the rest of this series.
I have a confession: when I was a student, I was terrible about homework completion. My mother likes to recount the tale of my desk in second grade, which was full of completed homework that I just never bothered to turn in.
For the better part of a quarter.
High school wasn’t much better, honestly. I only did the work if (a) I could do it with little or no effort and (b) felt like it. I’ve come to realize how much of a pain in the ass I must’ve been to my teachers, and I’ve since apologized to many of them. They think the turnabout I now have to deal with is hysterical.