Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?

Wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-wa-oooooooooooh
Wa-oooooooooooh

Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh
Monster Mash wa-oooh

I'm sorry. I should have improved your lives sooner.

Facing the first challenge of any substance in 6 months or so, I fail. And how!

I need a new book to latch on to. Anna Karenina? Maybe. I do have the nice translation. Or other non-fictional works. Rereading Pygmalion. Still as good as I remember. I love GBS. So much. So eloquent. So goddamn witty! He described his wife as both emotionally and physically like a "muffin".

Having sex with her must be odd.

But he got around that. He didn't. They never consummated.

Perhaps they made a little soup to ease that. A little beef consomme, possibly.

LAN was fan-friggin-tastic...God, it's getting to this stage that sort of awesomeness is becoming commonplace. I do not look forward to the day that I become inured to the charms of the Korz.

My house becomes that much more unstable. My brain is catching on. The sheer physical will required to maintain the sanity and pathos is getting harder. It's pretty cool. I hope there's a save point soon.

In the meanwhile:

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise


He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash


From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes


They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash


The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son


The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"


They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash


Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"


It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash


Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you


Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash