somewhere, somewhere there is a moron. this person is responsible for setting the list of songs to appear on a compilation disc called Their Greatest Hits by the Eagles. this person is responsible for excluding the song “Hotel California.” this person is responsible for making sure that when i woke up this morning with “Hotel California” inexplicably in my head i had no MP3 to conveniently play.

of course, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, so somewhere else there is a very smart person, and that very smart person is me for just happening to have the Hotel California lp.

last thing i remember, i was running for the door;
i had to find the passage back to the place i was before.
“relax,” said the nightman, “we are programmed to receive:
you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”

ETA: okay, they weren’t a moron. i checked; this compilation covers through ’75. Hotel California was, of course, ’76. my bad. — that said, i’m still very smart. :P