Sometimes I hit the doldrums and don’t see anything funny … or think of anything interesting to blog about.
Then I get a sign from a mail slot somewhere and I put some crap on … like I usually do.
note: exit signs are pessimistic … unless there is a fire … or the movie is over.
double note: front doors are welcome matters.
triple note: Do mail slots talk to you? … it’s okay, but don’t talk back to them … that’s a bad thing … and they don’t like it.
quadruple note: the age of signs is over … just like the age of miracles, the age of reason, the age of innocence, and the age of ice. I hope the next age is something to do with making the world a better place to visit.
quintuple note: I wore a shirt that said “Maybe” today: I’m controversial … but I’m not totally sure about it.
sextuple note: someone else should start playing Jackie Chan in movies.
septuple note: that means the 7th note … if you haven’t been paying attention.
octuple note: when you wear a belt, do you loop it through your pants clockwise or counterclockwise?
I seem to be hanging out with the lefthanded clockwise crowd.
nuntuple note: sure it’s 5 o’clock somewhere and people are drinking, but it’s 3 am somewhere else and people are sleeping … so it all evens out.
decuple note: I guess I really didn’t have a lot of anything to say … or a lot of anything to say … or a whole lot of nothing to say.
notes to myself #79
Watch out for that nail on the road while you are driving.
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“I never read it in a book
I never saw it on a show
But I heard it in the alley
On the weird radio”
from “If You Wanna Get To Heaven” by Ozark Mountain Daredevils
I can’t remember too much stuff I studied in High School: it’s all fragments and things disappearing around corners now.
However, I probably remember every song lyric I heard between 13 and 18 years old.
If there had been cool songs explaining Biology, Chemistry, Physics, and Algebra; I bet I would have …
– cured my lack of facial hair
– distilled a potion that made me irresistible to the opposite sex
– invented a way to win at PacMan
– built a Death Star in the shape of AC/DC‘s Angus Young‘s guitar.
Sadly for me the education through song portion of my fountain of knowledge dried up soon after “The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round”.
note: probably the most educational song I know is Monty Python‘s Universe Song.
double note: I might have even invented “flubber” if I had had enough money to buy records!
triple note: How cool was Fred MacMurray? Pretty cool! I kid you not!
quadruple note: “I studied so hard for the test that I lost my voice.”
quintuple note: sometimes the wheels on the bus don’t go round and round.
sextuple note: In the fantasy realm of educational songs …
The Rolling Stones: physics
The Beatles: entomology
Led Zeppelin: alchemy and aeronautics
The Animals: zoology
The Cars: automotive
ZZ Top: hair dressing school
David Bowie: biology
The Clash: art of war or fashion
The Police: criminology
Dr. Hook: medicine or possibly fishing
Men At Work: business
The Doors: doors
AC/DC: the study of electricity
Crowded House: demographics
The Romantics: dead English poets you had to study in school
U2: spyware and spies and stuff
septuple note: I was going to include “Oasis: proctology” … but they weren’t around in my musical absorption period.
octuple note: Cheap Trick is more my life style.
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