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I recently shocked a few co-workers by admitted to having a "serious pash" for Danny Elfman. Hey, what can I say? He's my kinda guy. The one time I saw him in concert (Oingo Boingo's Farewell Tour -- typical of my timing), I was in the 5th row and got to see the lizard tattoos on his legs up-close and personal. Mmm....hopeless and therefore innocent crushes.
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"Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit." -- Edward Abbey, Vox Clamantis in Deserto