AM earworm

City of New Orleans - Arlo Guthrie

Arby - Que

Umm that does not even begin to look good to me....
How much did you pay your ad firm for that mess?

Cheezeball (with nuts)

This is my favourite time of year in many ways but most of all for TV watching. Everyone breaks out the archives of horror cheeze. I have seen several really wonderfully bad movies that I had never seen before.

One was a really old Roger Corman B/W with a ridiculous sea creature monster that almost made me blush for how crappy it was. The characters were universally insane. One talked like a castrati hillbilly when he had lines at all. Mostly he squeaked, clucked, grunted, roared and howled. There were several freaky Puerto Rican women whose lines were subtitled, one was clearly stated to have been picked up from a brothel. There was an obligatory, undercover, secret agent as well. I wish I had caught the movies name, it was purely Woodsian in it’s inanity.

Last night we saw a B/W Japanese monster movie where it looked like they had basically put beaks on a couple of Godzilla costumes and then added wings to one of them. Then they proceeded to do pretty much nothing but blow up models for another hour or so. Great stuff.

What now?

The inside of my mouth has been “peeling” for a couple of weeks now. It’s not painful, just really, really, weird. Little strips, like a sunburn.
Has anybody ever heard of such a thing?
And yes I am taking into account the 8 million cigarettes I’ve put it through.

AM earworm

Get Down On It - Kool & The Gang

Counteractive cuteness

BAST

So

I might want to post some pictures of an amazing dead cat mummy I found. Would anyone really run away screaming if I did?

Cuz we were

Speaking of rocks, I just washed up the one I ask Oliver to hang on to that came out of the digging of Naan’s grave.
It’s gorgeous. An oddly heavy chunk of granite like material densely flecked with miniscule pyrites. An amazing rock to just dig up in someone's backyard. Completely apt.

6 ways from Sunday

Yesterday I went to a consortium/forum, whatever you want to call it, on the Jena 6. It was cosponsored by two clubs I’m in at school so I felt like I should go and represent. This despite the fact that that meant I was on the feckin’ nonsmoking campus until 5:30.
I was my usual, not so impressed, self. This faction thing is so 20th century. Every side is just so full of defensive, reactionary, rhetorical, hyperbole. How does anyone expect to solve real problems with fake platitudes?
The biases are everywhere and it feels like people just want to be on a recognized team. We’re this, they’re that. I call shenanigans.
Every freakin’ body is racist. Because we have each and every one of us been carefully groomed to be by our overlords. In the final analysis it really doesn’t matter that it is virtually impossible to root it out of our subconscious, it is really about whether we consciously chose to hit the override button in favour of reason and critical analysis.
Damn I wish they started teaching critical thinking in the third grade.

School shite

It turns out that I have somehow miscalculated some things. It’s not a huge deal but frustrating. I am one credit hour short of my requirement for the math/sci portion of the MACRAO transfer agreement (which applies to both EMU and Concordia). I will now have to make that up taking Field Geology in winter semester. Not a terrible thing as I am rock crazy. I have a whole room full of rocks upstairs after all.

I had decided this fall to actually get the available degree so as to have it on hand. Well if I was to try to take it in liberal arts I would have to take yet another 100 level math class. As I pointed out to the counselor, with the choices being Intermediate Algebra, Statistics or Mathematical Analysis, at this time, I would not be successful. I mentioned the 4 tutors I burned through last Algebra class. I think they all killed themselves or something.
So she did some fancy maneuvering and came up with a grandfathered from 1991 (the first year I took a college class and did not dropout) Gen. Ed. degree for which I am only lacking a Poli Sci. requirement. This is annoying, cheering and kinda sweet. What it means is the crazy irony that in my last semester at this school I will be taking my last required class from the instructor who, in my first semester of college waaayyy back in 1982, said to me something to the effect of “You really piss me off. All you do is sleep through class but your homework and papers are immaculate. I wish I could throw you out”.

The other weird thing is that unless I actually get into the UM non-baccalaureate masters program, which would get me a masters in 5 years total, it will take me those same 5 years to get a bachelors. Shite.

AM earworm

Bringing In The Sheaves - Knowles Shaw/ George Minor
This one is completely baffling.

AM earworm

I’m Hans Christian Anderson - Danny Kaye
There is no mystery in the why and where of that one. I’ve been thinking about the Grimm stories. That leads to a 2 book set I own, one of Grimm, one of Anderson. They both are excellent, thorough, collections in the traditional style. The Anderson has these crazy late stories of his. They are called things like “On To The Future” and such. Most people have never seen them, they are really wacky.
So that leads to thinking of the Danny Kaye movie of Hans Christian Anderson which was a musical. Which is where the song came from.

I am also thinking about an old movie my parents loved called “The Red Shoes”. The basic idea is the ballerina goes insane.

WTF?

My sister’s dog died yesterday as well.
Not a good month to be a pet in my family.....

AM earworm

A House Is Not A Home - My preference is for the Luther Vandross version

Beating up the dough

K demos strudlin'

It's that time of year again. And as promised...

More butter please

Eh Voila

AM Earworm

Our House - Madness
The real one not that Maxwell House lameass version.

No More

I can’t talk about IT anymore. Too painful. I’m Hank Hill about these things...

This morning I am baking many panfuls of brownies to take to this awesome bunch of (far up the hill) neighbors. They were so nice, trying to help. So there are three pans in the oven and the house is starting to smell intensely chocolatey.

I finally let Little ghee out this morning. She came running back when the garbage truck went by. Then out she goes again.

AM earworm

Windy - The Association
Gee, I wonder why?

AM earworm

My Brain Got Loose - Borax

So that’s it

My cat is dead. He was found today and was identified from the collar. We went to get him to take him to be cremated but we had to bury him right there on the spot. It was that bad.

AM earworm

We’re Going Wrong - Cream

AM Earworm

Gloom, Despair & Agony On Me - The Hee Haw Gang

I was forbidden to watch Hee Haw as a child. This of course made it attractive in a way it never should have been. But I have to say I sincerely miss Grandpa Jones, Minnie Pearl, Buck Owens and Roy Clark. Roy Clark being the only one still living of that grouping. This is where I also formed the basis of my intense opinions on country music, whereby I loathe what I term “Modern Urban Country”. Some of that also was garnered in my ill fated sojourn in Ennis, Texas, a mean little dry town about the same distance from Dallas that I live from Detroit.

FYI I was also forbidden to watch “The Gong Show”.

AM Earworm

Senses working Over time - XTC

Yesterday
Buckingham Palace - A. A. Milne

AM Earworm

Oh this is obscure. I don’t even know the proper name of either the song or the artist.
But the lyric goes (and goes and goes in my head);

“I’m not tryin’ to say
that I’m not happy in the daytime
But the going gets better for me
In the Niiight Tiiime”

Then something about the nighttime is the right time. And it’s by one of those 80’s crooners like Peabo Bryson or someone similar.
And thinking of him made “Minute by Minute” pop so now it’s an 80’s crooning war in there. Oh I’m all messed up, up in here.

AM earworm

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Pink Blanket

When I was young I was one of those “blanket kids”. I didn’t however drag it around with me everywhere probably because it was twin sized. (Actually there were two, a set you know). But it did have the requisite silky edging and it needed to be somewhere in the bed at night. One reason being that it had particular monster blocking powers when placed over one’s head. It also had that particular “make you feel better when you are sick’ ability. It was both warmer and cooler than all other blankets.

Odd that it was the preferred blanket because I generally hate pink passionately. Nowadays all my bedclothes are in black, wine red, and pine green. The occasional gold or cream is allowed but never seems to last. I do have a yellow and blue summer quilt (in the “Yellow Brick Road” pattern) which to me is visually jarring but was made by the “Knight’s Ladies Quilting Club” who deemed me quiltworthy and totally honoured me with it. It’s a nice weight as well so it stays half the year.

But back to the deal with the pink blanket. It became a single word as in “Maaa didja washmuh pingblanget?” or “Maaa wersmuh pingblanget?” Oh “Maa”, the things you put up with. Well, perhaps she would like to know that her vengeance (whether intended or not) was effective. One day when I was 14 all pink blankets disappeared. Unacceptable. Even though at that point they had been relegated to folded up at the foot of the bed status, they were necessary to life. I completely freaked out. There was a raging three day argument. There were tears and accusations. There was the rending of the garbage cans to no avail. Pingblanget(s) was gone.

And I’m (apparently) still vaguely pissed about it. It’s times like these when I could stand a little bout of pingblanget comfort.

AM earworm

Steven - Alice Cooper
The Itchy & Scratchy Show theme

Am earworm

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
That sweater song thing - Weezer

fekin' luv

I dreamed last night that I hooked up with the cutest little hipster girl. She was so into me that I found myself feeling unreal and like the impossible had descended into my life. She simply took my breath away. I admit I’m a bit of a rice queen and I suspect she was a version of the cute boy I have a teeny crush on from Horror & Sci-fi Lit class.

I then dreamed the upcoming confrontation I’ll be dealing with over the next few days. I suppose it was a practice run. It went to my advantage. Meaning merely that I remained firm, calm and reasonable. As in I didn’t freak out or cry.

Speaking of crying, my fekin’ heart is broken. Again. I hate nature and I hate love. When you don’t have children or many friends pets take on an exaggerated importance. I don’t think my cat is coming back again. It’s not fair.

Have you seen me?

Tell all your friends to be on the watch for me in the Spring/Miller area

I need to be home with my Mom!