A Thought
"It's hard, not caring. Harder than I thought."

Welcome, friends, to a small corner of my Gray Matter. I apologize for the mess-while I was messing with my buddy Alex's website, I somehow saved over my own main page, causing much anguish and meaning this page will take a day or two to be restored to its former glory. I'm not entirely sure why I named it that, but it seems appropriate - the text is gray, and most of it describes my thoughts. My name's Joel Howard, otherwise known as TheCrashedWhale or simply TCWhale, and I'll be your host-hopefully, you'll leave enlightened, inspired or at least amused.

Because I've gotten bored of this site, check out my newest slight interest - my blog at here

And now we bring you the most special Song of the Moment ever! That's right, I've taken the liberty of finding the perfect, special song to cheer us all up for Springtime!

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Song of the Moment - Poisoning Pigeons in the Park by Tom Lehrer



Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here,
Life is skittles and life is beer,
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring-
I do, don't you? 'Course you do
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me.

AAll the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon...

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel* or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon.
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park.

Now, an overview of what you're probably actually here for. In case you didn't notice, you can now get to my site map by putting your mouse over the banner and clicking when it says "Sitemap". It's only a prototype right now, but from it you can get to my main pages, such as Me Being Serious, Warning: Religion Ahead, Stuff to Click On and N00Z. If you find having to mouse over each dot to figure out what page it leads to annoying, never fear-all this will be much better soon, if all goes as planned.


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