Look out, Nigel. Hide the Pulitzer; he's coming for you!
In my offense, I didn't bring my Photoshop "A" game here, but I had limited time.
And now, whether you want it or not, let's go back to 1981. To the Tune of "Bette Davis Eyes":
His hair is closely cropped
His beard he did elide
Smooth as a baby's bottom
He's got Scott Moore-ish Eyes
He'll write an item on you
You won't be able to hide
He's watching City Hall
He's got Scott Moore-ish Eyes
He'll expose you, if you grows your
Mayoral beard under your nose, yeah.
He's precocious, and he knows just what it
Takes to make a commish blush.
The City Council thinks he's a spy
He's got, Scott Moore-ish Eyes.
Okay, I think that's quite enough now. Looks like I didn't bring my parody lyrics "A" game either. Meh. Even I'm starting to cringe.
Oh! Found two more chances to get job rejections from Craigslist! Gotta dash!
Dept of Corrections Dept: For some reason which would perhaps be attributable to drug abuse had I only the chance, the original version of this post referenced "Scott Adams". Why the Dilbert creator's mind share tried to annex some of my Merc mind share, I'll never know (Sun 20 Oct 07 @ 0924)
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