If You Spit Off The Edge Of The World, Would There Be A Ripple In Space?
And this incredibly, existentially pointless question has been brought to you by a long day capping off a long week which has in turn capped off a long month which has in turn capped off a long year. That's a lot of capping, come to think of it. I wonder if I'm over a legal limit of some kind.
Oh well.
Today brings with it a brilliant yet useless observation. It's about music. Everyone has peculiar songs they like. Eveyone has loathsome songs they dislike. On any given day, some of
Column A and some of
Column B will pop into their head, and more often than not, they can't get rid of it.
As my uncle can attest, the Evangelion
Fly Me To The Moon (Asuka's Bossa Techno version) falls under the "Damn you! Damn you for playing that before I went to work!" category.
For me there's been a combination of good and bad songs. And then there's one very unique song that holds a special place in my heart...er, head. It may sound strange. It may sound silly. And for most of you who know me well enough, it seems oddly appropriate. But fact is I cannot consider it a good day unless I have Scarecrow's song
If I Only Had A Brain from the "Wizard of Oz" movie spontaneously popping into my head.
I will be sitting around or walking or working, and then suddenly I'll be humming the chorus. Then I find myself singing the line, "If I only had a brain!" Usually the song stops there. Probably because I know very little else of the actual lyrics. Yet this song surfaces in my daily goings-on almost without fail every day. I've grown rather fond of it.
So if one day I suddenly blurt aloud, "If I only had a brain!", you know why. You'll probably also agree that it would be nice if I only had a brain. But that's another self-depreciating moment we'll reserve for later.
In other news, this little bit of nowhere may very well fall off the edge of the world (though a cosmic wrinkle or ripple resulting has yet to be determined) over the next few days. The short of it is this: my fiancee is arriving tomorrow. To stay. Much rejoicing.
And somewhere out there, one of you reading this has started up with some acapella porno music...
Regardless, it's been about 2 months since we've been able to be together. And this will make it a 3-week time before the wedding. Half the items in my bedroom (notably the bed that makes it a 'bedroom') are gone, and sitting happily in their new apartment. The rest will ideally follow tomorrow. So will Mel. Tomorrow will be the first night we can spend together in a long time, and it will be done in our own, our first apartment.
So if you can't get a hold of us or find us, it's probably because we're celebrating. Or we're dead asleep since the last while has proven rather exhausting for both of us.
Hmm...upon rereading this, I see I was trying to sound quirky yet endearing, and I don't think I pulled either of them off very well. Oh well, you'll just have to make do with it. After all, it's been a very long week....
Today's Recant: sleep is good. (formerly was
'Sleep is for the weak!')
posted by Phillip at 7:54 PM
