Pay Attention, Willya?

Lileks does it again. I will admit that "Indiana Wants Me" isn't a very good song - though it is, at a certain age, a haunting one - but there's no excuse for this:

Poor guy! And what had he done wrong, really? Well, he killed a guy – but the lug had it coming, since “No one had the right to say the things he said.” What? That pi was actually a finite number? White shoes could be worn in March? “Catsup” was the preferred spelling, not “Ketchup”? Whatever it was, shooting seemed a rather drastic response.

Dear James: the very next words of the song are "about you".

Fat Cats

Or, Little Joe goes to the vet. (Courtesy, yet again, of the inimitable Sarah Bunting.)

Grr

Sunday evening I placed a sizable order with Amazon. All but one of the books were marked "usually ships in 24 hours"; the other had to be special-ordered. In their return mail, Amazon advised me that the order would be divided into two shipments. One consisted of a single book, the other of the rest. One would be shipped quickly - and, indeed, was shipped yesterday; the other, they forecast, would not be sent until the beginning of May.

The one-book shipment is the one that shipped yesterday. The other consists of the special order, together with eight other books, all in the "24 hour" class.

Is there any perspective from which this makes sense?