G’day Beth,
I’ve been over at the Ergodic Ranch and French Patisserie all this time rustlin’ up stochasticities and dynamical complexities. Now there are some you say that a cowboy has no place even sayin’ such things – but I have it on good authority that lonesome is just part of the iconic nature of being a cowboy – and that a cowboy can say any damn thing they like if’n it expresses the untold vicissitudes of their soul.
I rode into town on my blue horse /a> – Fakegate out of Climategate – and you caught my eye straight away and I asks myself what’s a strong cowgirl like that doin’ in a place like this?
There seems to be a hell of a ruckus goin’ on at this here corral/brasserie. Who’s winnin’ do you know? Is anyone keeping score? Does anyone outside of the circle jerk care?
If’n you don’t mind – I might just pull up a chair, line up the Jack Daniel’s sippin’ whiskey and sing you a maudlin cowboy love song.
Eyes like the morning star, cheeks like the rose
Beth was a pretty girl, God Almighty knows
Chorus:
Weep all ye little rains, wail, winds, wail
All along, along, along the Colorado Trail
Beth was a laughing girl, joyful all the day
Beth was a darling girl, now she’s gone away
Chorus:
Bright all the lonely night, bright all the day
Keep the herd a’rollin’ on, rollin’ on its way
Chorus:
I hope you don’t think I’m forward or nothin’ – but perhaps you’d care to come out ridin’ with me come Sunday after church. You can have my spare horse – you just have to be careful ‘round pissant progressives so’s you don’t get splashed.
Until Sunday then.
Robert I Ellison
Chief Hydrologist