I hope you got a bigger boat in Heaven and thank you for making me afraid of the ocean.
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it got right to my head
Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home
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In the 1800's, when hand-worked printing presses were in operation, 'sorts' were the technical term for individual letters. Solo characters became words and words became sentences.
The modern frustrated phrase, "I'm out of sorts", originates when the master printer looked down at his empty trays and lamented he could go no further in his work as all of his letters were used.
This is why I changed the blog title from "Amnesia" to "Out of Sorts", because it seems like I'm always looking for words and I'm constantly running out. :)
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February 11th, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain…
and my fav:
Here physically lies the body of Mary Lee, distinctly died at the age of a hundred three, For 15 years she kept her virginity, Not a bad record for this vicinity… -Quint