What should I name this post..

I don't listen to a lot of Bob Dylan. My father does.

When Euchuan and I were watching Watchmen(no pun intended), I recognized that Simon and Garfunkel song, and I knew that other song that I can't now remember.

But the song that was coolest was Bob Dylan's The times they are a-changing.

And on the bus today, I couldn't help but listen to it over and over.

I love the lyrics. And even though songs have to get more awesome with every verse, I'm going to paste the lyrics here in the order that I like most. I mean it, the song is phrased from my most favourite verse to least when it's phrased backwards.

So here's that song, with the phrasing backwards.

Go download or buy it.


The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now, will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.


Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.


Come senators, congressmen please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.


Remember, the verses are backwards. So that last verse is actually first. Told you it sounds better this way.


Ok, Enuff.




Happiness is a puppy named Bret.


And not a dog named Hector.



Funny. Hector looks smaller than usual. Or maybe the pups just look a lot bigger.


And JB hasn't changed a bit.

At least it's homely.

No idea what to do tomorrow.

I can't go into town because I don't know which bus to take and town isn't far or exciting enough to go to.

I miss KL.