Am earworm

You Get A Line I’ll Get A Pole - The Stella Magdalen Earworm Orchestra

You know that old chestnut.....

You get a line, I’ll get a pole, honey
You get a line, I’ll get a pole, babe
You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishin’ at the crawdad hole
Honey, baby, mine

Hey!

Anyone need a working, but elderly, used frige?

AM earworms

Blank Generation - Richard Hell & The Voioids
Followed shortly thereafter by Cherry Bomb - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
Yesterday
Watcha’ See Is Whatcha’ Get - The Dramatics

Dogwood

Purple

Green

Roll Up! Roll Up!

So I suppose I’ll be drawing your attention to the newest link over there ------->
Which would be where Mr. Nigel Patel has asked me to contribute some thoughts on the condition of the working stiffs.

So, as opposed to chanting down Babylon we’ll be chatting it up.

Note: (You also might be amused to note that because I no longer have letter designations left on about half my keys, that just typo’ed as “charring it up” which is an eventual option as well.)

Sweet News

Well, I should be finishing my take-home final for Philosophy Of Religion but, somewhere around Bertrand Russell, I kept getting interrupted. So I finally just started working on the Swim Club Radio compendium.
There is some REALLY interesting and cool and heretofore unknown stuff there you guys!
And the good news is, everything is entered, about half burnt, and it will just take some futzing around to do the inserts right. Then we will have it accomplished!
So, since I have officially stopped procrastinating, look for your compendium soon!

Earworms and dreams

Guantanamera - The Stella Magdalen Earworm Orchestra

I dreamed I was making out with H.H. the Dalai Lama. We kinda had to keep it a secret.

Pink

Yellow

Am Earworms

One Piece At A Time - Johnny Cash
Chelsea Morning - Joni Mitchell

Whoosh!

I was just given a row A ticket to Joe Jackson for tonight so I am so outta here. Whatevs for homework apparently, I guess I’ll play extra stress out catch up later.
Make HEY! While the full moon shines I suppose.
Later Skaters.

“Chills run up and down my spine”

O’ man! I am sitting here trying to write a ten page research paper on “Miracles, revelation and the nature of personal reality”, MLA style, for my Philosophy of Religion class.
I actually have had the TV off all day, as there was not one, single, thing worth turning it on for (since I missed Soul Train) today! So I thought I would run a little music on the iTunes since I’m working on the computer anyway. Well, the best thing on my iTunes right now is the Swim Club Radio comp I made for ya’ll. On it goes, and now I can’t concentrate on David Hume’s arguments “Against Miracles” for nothing!

I fricking love this comp!!!

I must think I’m a bloody genius. It makes the hair raise up on my arms to hear it, because every song on it, I love down to the very roots of my toenails.

So because I am being torturously slow with it anywise, because I’m trying to flippin’ graduate and maintain my GPA simultaneously here! I’m going to give you a couple of mischievous hints:
It starts with The Avengers Theme, it ends with Salt Of The Earth. The in-between is cuts from the likes of Nina Simone, X-ray Spex, Afrika Bambaata, John Lydon, Nilsson, The Vogues and Flirt.
Does that wet your whistle?

I need to give some serious time to the ones from you’all that are new to me as well... I can’t wait to really learn something new (as soon as I’m done learning all this other new stuff for grades.)

Edit: I had to switch to Chopin Nocturnes to be able to get any work done

Swim Club radio

So here’s what I think I will do about this “Swim Club radio” project. I’m thinking that, if Mr. B doesn’t mind, I will go ahead and move forward with it, getting the local folk their copies, and then catch him up as well as everyone else who played our lovely game, when he is ready for his piece to go into play.
Everyone ok with that?

I smell sex and candy

We have a new olfactory observation regarding medications:
Buproprion smells like sour milk with citrus peels.

Since the Number 1 search on this blog has consistently been from my searing series on the smells of medications, I expect this profound revelation will shoot my stats right up the ladder.
So let’s review:
Metformin smells like fish
Glipizide, if I recall correctly I decided smelled like turpentine and, bread was it?
Lantus smells like wet cocaine

So that should bring all you metformin searchers right up to the front page and current events.

The Good News Bible

Ha. Didya think I was gonna come back and explain my absence by saying I just got out of a camp and I’m ready to spread the good word? Not a prayer.

I think that whole “good news” movement was an offshoot of the weird, christian, “go thou amongst the hippies and convert” thing that happened in the 60’s and 70’s. “Oh you feel lost? Confused? Well did you notice how much like a hippie Jesus was? No? Well let me tell you.....”
I think that that is a devilish part of some of the “religious issues” we are experiencing these days. A lot of those people got evangeled pretty hard core and became pretty hard core themselves, then married hardcore and bred hardcore and there you are, right down the line to Jesus Camp.

Anyway, no, it’s finals and that’s all the excuse I have.
But I thought I would drop by and relay that I just got word that I received an A in Poli. Sci. Which means that technically I earned my degree today.

I know there are plenty of other people, with plenty of way better sounding letters after their names from plenty of way prestigious universities, but, it feels real weird, tingly, exciting, pretentious and slightly embarrassing to be a little giddy about saying to myself, “hey! I’ve earned a degree”. Oh and I earned hell out of it Honey.

The other thing that is noteworthy is that today I am trying to make a major inroad in the reduction of the amount of nicotine my body expects daily. Having stressed myself up to over a pack, something aggressive needs to be done. So I got me some Zyban and a kitchen timer and I’m pulling serious Mrs. Lafayette DuBois action. 1/2 a cigarette every 50 minutes today, then only every hour tomorrow. Then Weds. I am in class or on the bus for almost 12 hours straight anyway. So by Thurs. I might be able to get it down to 10 a day. I bin watchin’ that timer so far today though....

I Loves Me some internet

Yesterday I suddenly had the burning question strike me. “what is the largest known cell?”
I never seemed to have a free, focused moment to ask the net yesterday, but this morning I suddenly remembered, queried and eh voila it is the ostrich egg. Or if one means the longest cell, it’s a nerve cell in a giant squid. Or if it’s the largest cell in the human body the gametes cover both largest and smallest.

AM Earworm

Lola - The Kinks
I met a cat named Lola yesterday, a spitting image of my dead cat Naan. Other than that she was clearly female it fit the Freudian definition of uncanny.

I pity the fool

I don’t get it. What are adults doing being all up into April Fools Day? Given, I never really got it as a child either...
Is it that we are desperately in need of any lame holiday because our “normal” American life is so F’in’ drab and excruciatingly, deadly dull?
Of course this is from someone who thinks “Talk like a pirate day” is awesome.

Whose got segmented eyes?

Mid Morning earworm - The Muddy Mudskipper Theme. Occasionally devolving into The Road Runnner theme. Ahhh, feels like home.

AM Earworm

Beechwood - 45789 - The Marvelettes. We seem to be getting over our musical trauma. Thank you “Cooley High”.