today's earworm: it repeats and repeats

In light of the current events in Tehran, this little ditty comes back to haunt one of us who still remembers the year it was first released.



On the plus side, it's Dionne Warwick, and she always did have more class, less exhibitionism, than those who followed her, in the industry.  On the minus side, it's a disco-generation earworm.

Today's earworm: postprandial Leon Redbone

After all that turkey, do we expect to accomplish anything, today?  I sincerely doubt it.  So, enjoy.

Get the song out of your head... later.

Today's earworm (Holiday edition)

How can you not like it?  How can you avoid humming this over your turkey dinner?  You're welcome.

Today's earworm: mooning you

The first time I heard this song, it was on an old vinyl platter by Leon Redbone.  It was most decidedly not country or western, but very, very bluesy.  Still, for some reason, when I hear it in my head, it's in Marty Robbins' voice, these days....
 

I guess spending a year or so in Eastern Kentucky makes one a little less bluesy, and a little more bluegrassy.

Any way you roll, if you're traveling for the holiday, drive carefully.

Today's earworm: do NOT upset your mother

First of all, nobody in my immediate family is a soprano, so when we get this one stuck in our heads, we sing it as contraltos (an abomination), we whistle the highest parts, or we seek out a respectable performance and listen all the way through...  so, guess where we are, today?




Listening to somebody who makes it sound so easy...   [sigh].

Today's earworm: Monday morning cuppa Java

 I hope it wakes you up. It kept me up all steenkin' night.

Today's earworm: a cautionary tale on excess

In an interview I once saw of Jerry Doyle, he told of having gone from exceedingly heavy stockbroker to trim and fit actor.  When asked how he stayed so fit, he answered, "Five days a week, my body is a temple.  On the weekends, it's an amusement park."

For those of you with the same view of life (personally, I'm one of the amusement park owner/operators, & get to a temple only if it's attached to a ride), and are taking time for recreation this weekend, be careful you don't end up passed out in the bushes...



Or, if you do, be appropriately dressed for the occasion.  Whatever that means to you...

Today's earworm: Sons' double header

I know a lot of people who are addicted to the series, Sons of Anarchy.  Me, I'm addicted to another set of Sons...  and the song that tumbles through your head for hours on end...



good kindling, when you want to start a fire... and put it out with



Cool Clear Water.  Drink up!

Today's earworm: what the Cat dragged in...

Cat Stevens, that is... and dang, I sound great singing this to the cats, when I shower.

But he did it better.

Today's earworm: Funky! and so pale!

Who'd 'a' thunk the seventies could have given us something so worthy of repetition?



'Til you die... or until the next time it comes up while you're peeling potatoes or listening to the laundry agitate in the washer...

Today's earworm: a polite request for courtesy

After the few lessons I had in music and voice, I came to the conclusion that Katisha was within my range... and, sadly, her part in this song was ever to echo in mediocrity in my showers.



Here is the improved version.  Enjoy!

A new beginning: earworms

For those who are unfamiliar with the term, an earworm is a melody, song, or ditty which has managed to get itself stuck inside your head, much to your eventual frustration or annoyance.  It can be a perfectly good tune, but after a few hours to a few weeks, it has burrowed in so deeply that it interferes in your rational thought...

what was I saying, again?  Oh, right.  Earworms.  They don't come out with muriatic acid or cotton swabs.  For most of us, the solution to the troubling tune is to play it all the way through at least once, correctly and enthusiastically.  Therefore, I am aiming to rid myself of these daily nuisances by... [dramatic fanfare here] sharing them with you.

Here is today's.  I'm happy just to share it with you.

Overzealous cleaner ruins artwork

Here's a hint for artists and art museum curators:  if it can be mistaken for garbage in need of scrubbing or disposal, there's a very good chance that's what it really is.

Is Life at Conception Law really a good idea?

Let me be the first to cheer those good people for defending the ones who cannot defend themselves. I love their commitment to life.  They're the good guys.

Unfortunately, sometimes the path good people take is not at all the right path.  To strictly define life as starting at conception, and granting full protection of the law to those unborn sounds really noble and righteous, and I sincerely want to agree with every last letter of this law, but I fear this law may well have a little trouble keeping up with technology -- among other concerns.

After all, under this definition, there is no mention of a differentiation between natural and in vitro fertilization.  Does the laboratory-mated batch of embryos genuinely equal those in utero?  When a couple has a hundred embryos created in the hopes of having a single child, does this law protect the doctor and the parents, if they decide to freeze for storage or simply dispose of those not needed after a successful pregnancy?  How are biological progenitors protected, when the match is made in a test tube?  Does this law allow for protection, when science develops even more complex situations (and it most assuredly will)?

Further, how does this proposed law deal with severe hardship pregnancies which are not immediately life-threatening?  Suppose a loving, married woman has done all she can to prevent pregnancy, because she has been told she is not strong enough to support a pregnancy, and yet her preventive measures fail.  Suppose the mother is told that, in order to secure this new life, she will be required to remain bed-ridden for a year.  It won't kill her, but she will be unable to care for herself, let alone her child in its initial growth.   Will the law require her to be a fragile, unwilling vessel, simply because she's not actually dying?

Will every medically-required termination require a court hearing to decide whether or not it was justifiable homicide?  What will this do to the courts? How will this affect liability laws?  How will this affect medical insurance availablity and costs for patients, and malpractice insurance for the medical industry?

And, how does this all measure up to the notion that each American adult is a free and sovereign person?   Sure, lady, you're sovereign until the second you bump uglies with sonny-boy over there, and after that, you're property of the little thing growing inside you.  Don't mess with it, or there'll be hell to pay.  How far will that go?  Do we punish a woman for crimes against the fetus even if she endangers the child before she is aware she is pregnant?

I'm all for protecting life, but I'm not at all sure this law is the answer the proponents think it is.

your math is off

I just saw a really poor equation while reading comments on a social network post.  It seems that, in the minds of many who support the OWS crowd, this young man

 

is just the same as the people who sit on their tushes and expect the government to give them everything.   The statement was made that regular citizens pay into their pension programs, but, of course, our men and women in uniform have everything handed to them from top to bottom, and it all comes from the pockets of our hardworking civilians.  Apparently, our soldiers, sailors, etc., do nothing at all to earn their  gigantic paychecks and overly generous benefits....  No risk, no sacrifice, nuffin'.   At least, that's the gist I got from the few people who were willing to stick their necks out and ridicule this sojer for his personal opinion.

I mean, really!  What do we pay these people for? They get free food, free clothes, free housing, transportation, they get to see all sorts of different places in the world (all of which places are filled with adoring throngs who toss flower petals in their paths).  Why on earth should they expect us to throw actual money their way, or provide for their care when they are past the point of wearing the clothes we give them?  Once they're finished with their stints, they can go ahead and get real jobs, right?  As long as they haven't gone and become insane time bomb baby killers just waiting to snap and take out a bunch of innocents....

I used to wonder what sort of pinhead could believe this sort of claptrap, but then I moved back to a college town and listened to some of the members of the faculty and a few of their prize students.  The locals know better.  The locals have either served, or have a loved one who has worn (or is still wearing) a uniform.  The locals know how little, comparatively, our military is "given" in exchange for the "little" they do.

In contrast, we have this.



Defender of the free world ≠ welfare queen.

Not by a long shot.