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Well, now I've got that song stuck in my head.

And, really: You passed up the chance to work "squeeze-box" in there somewhere?


Ant farm woman, I'll be your doctor man
Ant farm woman, I'll let your desk farm stand
Ant farm woman, don't you hear my Lexus rumbling by?

Mary Witzl

If my kids continue to use my desk as their own personal trash can, I'll have my own ant farm too pretty soon, though admittedly, not contained.

In fact, I wonder if I could start a cottage industry making ant farms out of old computer monitors? It would beat opening up rejection letters.


Have you seen those new ant farms they sell at hobby shops? http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/science/6fd6/ They are way cooler than the ant farm I had when I was a kid. Far more durable, too... I had a bit of an ant farm malfunction around the time I was 12, which resulted in a bit of a colony under my dresser.

Also: Joe: Excellent Spinal Tap reference.

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