LJ self-referentiality.

Following many other people's lead: the first sentence of the first public entry of each month of 2004:

I liked this thing that droewyn did: LJ year in review, month-by-month. I complain about my boss, I know. Your boss lets her nine-year-old son hang out in your office sometimes, when she's working in the evening or on weekends. Mmm, now I want a nutbar. My vacation has officially begun! Should curiousangel and I go to Worldcon? Michael comes home today, and I'm so relieved. Yesterday was such a calm, peaceful day. I've gone back and made a bunch of entries visible, dating back to the last week of July. The clinic where I work two days a week refuses to give me login privileges to their network. Quick summary: everything looks great. I am so furious about having had to write this post that my hands are shaking.

And, because I did like that thing that droewyn did, ( 2004 LJ year in review, month by month )

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When we were in college, my friend Paul Anderson wrote songs that we did not then recognize were filk. Particularly notable were his song about the wealthy hippies who populated our school (entitled "I'm Not Really a Rich White Kid") and the one about the men's movement of the 1990s (That's right, honey, I condemn my gender - now, don't you want to sleep with me?/ I wouldn't use you as a sexual object, I'd use you as a human being!/ Don't worry, baby, 'cause I'm in with the fashion/ I'm six feet of hairy-faced enlightened compassion...).

But today I feel moved to share with you the first two verses of "I'm Glad You're the Woman You Are," which is about Paul's happiness that he's a man:

Well, I never saw a speculum 'til now.
Knew the doctor had to look at you, but didn't quite know how.
You showed me how they use it - all I could think was, "Ow!"
I never saw a speculum 'til now.

A proctology exam is not so nice
But at least it isn't done with a mechanical device.
And if the doctor offered to switch places, you'd think twice.
Proctology is... relatively nice.