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eftychia at 03:29pm on 2005-02-23I'm not feeling well today; right now I can't tell whether this is the leading edge of a migraine or merely the nastier side of having failed my saving-throw against insomnia last night/this morning. Today y'all can expect either a bunch of small-to-medium entries from me as I sweep some of the entry-idea backlog out of my brain so I can feel I'm doing something, or nearly nothing as I finally fall asleep. But first, something I need to get off my chest that I would have posted from the parking lot at dance practice last night if the important section had fit into an SMS message...
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, and this time it warrants the profanity: if you're not going to use your goddamned turn signals, then you've got to use your fucking mirrors. I would much rather you bloody well use both, of course, but failing to use either is fucking insane. Despite near misses from three different drivers who acted as though I were driving The Vampire Car (no reflection), I did arrive at 3LF rehearsal intact (but missing some quantity of rubber that I left on I-95 panic-braking to avoid the most frightening of the idjits -- thank God I was not being tailgated at that moment).
The Sheepie arrived even later than I did (I got there halfway through, she showed up as things were ending) bearing a very tasty birthday cake. And candles, which went unused because nobody had matches or a lighter. I was dirged for three or four verses. Then I joined the post-rehearsal dinner run for a change, and had a larger-than-expected salad. With hotter-than-expected peppers on it.
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(People I ride with regularly get used to the periodic irritated "Signal. Dammit." in a flat voice from the passenger seat. They know it is not addressed at them, but to $IDIOT_OF_THE_MOMENT.)
I wish I could have joined the dinner, especially since it was in Plato's and thus convenient, but I really had to work. And then I failed my saving throw vs. insomnia as well. So I worked some more. You could say it was beneficial in my case, but the head full of cotton effect today isn't worth it.
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And yes, I've noticed your saying, "Signal. Dammit." The first couple of times it surprised me because I hadn't felt my lips move, then I realized it was coming from the passenger seat. ;-)
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30. You must marry very soon
Baby's due the next full moon
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As for verse #30: no, I'm just overweight.
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I was just going for the absurdist overtones.
But the dirge in the link is so , well, death oriented.
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You will now writhe in pain
As we sing another refrain
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"Now we'll watch you writhe in pain
As we sing one more refrain"
Would work nicely.
Ouch? Look, it works! :-D
Not that this is saying much... but it is a verse with a fairly limited use-group.
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da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da
There are seven syllables (or whatever they're called in music, stresses maybe?) in each line. In the set you quoted there are 6 in the first and 8 in the second - which yes, adds up to the same as 7 and 7 but it's not the same thing musically. Just sayin' :)
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