FACT OF THE DAY...

Feisty old seadog Alexander Selkirk from Largo in Fife, has an argument with his
captain and as a result finds himself stranded on a desert island in the middle
of nowhere. Eventually rescued, his story is 'borrowed' by a struggling young
writer called Daniel Defoe and is published on this day in 1719 as 'Robinson
Crusoe'. [By 'this day' they really mean tomorrow-the 24th of April-it's just that they live in that other time zone over there, which means it's...about 6am right now...therefore the 24th. As you've probably already figured out.]

This is from 'The Scotsman'. I finally gave in and took out a "daily subscription" (it really only sends me the big headlines, but wotevs) So from now on there will be a fact of the day. Enjoy! :D
And the other new addition that seems to have integrated itself into my blog these past few days, Switchfoot lyrics. I love the ones that mean something. Even if I only half understand. And for the more 'Stef centered' (ooooh, that sounds egotistical to the max) stuff, you'll have to resort to the several other boring posts of today. Oh, and guys, when was our MSN planning session gonna be? Cuz we should do that, it needs to be done. Like, really. And the rents still know nothing of the skippage, all is going well. :D
Company Car

Mike was right when he said I'd put up
A fight to be someone, a fight to be me
But see now, I'm down
Under the pavement
Of capital hills and lowercase people
As time rolls by my dreams have become
That which is attainable
Not what I'm looking for!

I've got the company car
I'm the one swinging at two below par
Yeah, I've become one with the ones
That I've never believed in
But I've got the company car

I'm the king of things I've always despised
I'm the gingerbread man
who got eaten alive
I'm half-baked! I'm fake!
But see I've got hotels on
Park Place and Boardwalk
And two hundred bucks
I pass go but, oh! Life's taken its toll
Have I won Monopoly to forfiet my soul?

All the king's horses
At the foot of the wall
They're taking pictures of
The man who's lost all of his
Masks of pretension
He's got two faces left
His is the one that he hides
On the left behind that smile...

Hiding tears and fear
That burns like an engine
It drives him away
From the ones that he loves
Mike was right:
"Hey Mike! We're one and the same;
we're the faceless combatants
in the lonliest game"
Ah but say, I'll wave as I'm driving by
With that smirk in my eye, yelling
"Hey! I'm something man, check me out!"