^ Little brown eel comes out of the cave… Swims into the hole… Comes out of the hole… Goes back into the cave again… It’s not too good is it Chief?
As a very little kid I used to listen in the mornings to my father tuned to the local sports radio.
One popular show had an musical intro and interludes that was and old polka with accordion, peculiar because the radio station was in El Salvador back in the 70’s. I recently thought about trying to find it and I thought beforehand that it would be hopeless or take days to find that old instrumental piece.
On the fifth try, after a few minutes on the web, on a list of October fest music (that I suspected it could be because the old radio sport show had beer sponsors) I found the ear worm:
Will Glahé - Schützenliesel-Polka
It is just missing the “Gooooooooooool” that was famous for an announcer on that radio show.
I spelled ‘people’…
Had brunch with a friend who mentioned that Bon Iver would be playing at a festival with a new band and I could check it out, the website was “the word PEOPLE rotated upside down”. I asked, “You mean 3, 7, lower-case d, zero, 3, lower-case d?”
“Whoa, four of us were trying to do that at a bar last night, and we couldn’t.” Yes, I felt smug.
That’s good! My body came up with devious ways to avoid the mask, including putting me immediately to sleep when I first sat down on the edge of the bed. I’d wake up at 3 am half off the bed, until I learned to put the mask on before I sat down. It’s been two years, and I’ve only recently gotten through a whole night with it on.
But when I do, I feel like I’ve gotten an extra hour of sleep. And my brain works better (with my rock-bottom O[sub]2[/sub] levels, I was killing off a lot of brain cells every night).
I cleaned out most of the basement plus the dreaded “closet under the stairs” in anticipation of a trip to the dump (and to a donation place for clothes and stuff). This is one of the most satisfying feelings ever – TOP OF THE WORLD, MA!
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A bowline is a basic knot that is taught in boot camp. It’s also taught to electrical linemen as a rescue knot. I was astonished that none of those guys remembered how to tie it.
Burps: rabbit comes out of the hole, goes around the tree and dives back into the hole. You were close. 
I’m a very regular Joe, but I have one useless super power: to identify a popular song within milliseconds. That’s not a very useful skill in normal life, but then came the Christmas party of my department about 2002 or so. We were about 15 people gathered casually at the house of one of the colleagues, and at one point one of us came up with a party game: we formed four teams of about three people, the first five seconds of a pop song were played, after which each team had 20 seconds to discuss and write down the song and artist/group. If nobody had it by then, the next five seconds were played, and then the next five seconds. Points were awarded for the right song title and artist/group. Gosh, you can’t believe how I owned this game! I had every song and every band right in the first five seconds, and I just ignored my two team mates who insisted always on very different songs or were totally clueless. It was an unexpected triumph for me, and everybody was stunned because we were only just co-workers and nobody knew of my obsession with pop music.
Nietzsche
Is pietzsche
But Sartre
Is smartre
My new art project contains 87 sections. Most of them contain four pieces, but some have 1-3 pieces each. Each section has to go through 13 different stages until it’s complete.
Today, I managed to complete five sections, and the night isn’t over. I also managed to do a little work on my next project.
I was arrested a month ago and only charged with reckless driving, but the trooper informed me not getting charged with speeding was him giving me a break. Fuck yeah, America!!!
I went around the block three times on my new scooter (Vespa-style*) without careening wildly. And figured out why I was doing that on right turns. I bought it yesterday and have never driven one in my life.
*We need a new word for these, or for those souped-up toys.
It’s 1:08 pm and I haven’t played any dumb wasteful online games yet today AT ALL.
Packed up a house* and had it loaded it into a shipping container to travel 4,500 km to our new home. Have been living in a hotel since last Monday living on take-away and living out of suitcases. We fly to our new place on Wed morning after picking up the kitties from the boarding cattery.
The fact that I am still breathing and NOT in a psych ward is a small triumph in my own not so humble opinion. 
*Well, I’d half packed the house only to be told to stop packing because the movers would do it all. Weirdest shit ever having people inside your cupboards and closets and packing it all up.
Dachshunds.
The Triumph Tina is about as small as they ever came.
Recent fix-up stuff: The Great Lighting Caper.
Replaced the fluorescent fixtures in the kitchen with LED things. Problem: too bright. One over the sink I can live with but the big, main one needs a dimmer. First one I tried only dimmed it down to nearly the right level. Going to try another one soon.
The old light over the kitchen is junk but the old main one seemed suitable for a workshop light in the garage. So I added a cord and a pull switch, changed some stuff around, and now I have a nice “new” shoplight. The ugliness, etc., is just fine for this.
Replaced the bare bulb socket with an LED thing in our closet. Problem: it’s nearly all down beam. Great for lighting the floor. Not so much the clothes and shelves. Going to try Plan B.
Added a motion sensor light in the garage to help go to/from the cars and the light switch. (Us oldy folk needz morez light.)
The next thing isn’t so small: replacing the cooktop which is due to come in today.
“Fun” thing I learned in doing this. Anyone who’s worked on wiring knows that you wrap the end of the wire going clockwise around the screw. This pulls the wire into the screw as you tighten instead of pushing it out. Every single connection I’ve come across has been counterclockwise. Egad. What sort of idiot wired this house up anyway?
I ordered an industrial-ish rolling cart for my horse-bandaging supplies from Amazon and it turned out to be the exactly right thing! Holds five plastic lidded tubs filled with cotton rolls, baby diapers, cotton balls, standing wraps, 4x4 gauze, telfa pads, elastic gauze rolls, redi-wrap cotton sheets, brown gauze rolls, vetwrap, and elasticon tape, organized by application layer, plus a tub with surgical tools like bandage scissors, disposable scalpels and hemostats. This replaced a giant rubbermaid tub on the floor with all the above mixed indiscriminately together. I can roll this baby right out to the horse, spread out my needed supplies on top ready to use, and then roll it back into the tack room when done.
Yes, I’ve had a lot of equine emergencies recently. The rookie vet I last had out watched me bandage up the wound he had debrided and asked me if I had medical training. No, just $25K in vet bills this year and months of home rehab and wound care, but thanks!
I’ve been having electrical issues lately:
Microwave screws with TV. Actually changes the channel.
The breaker the well pumps are on keeps clicking off.
And the weirdest one. the electronic touch pad on my washing machine keeps displaying and ‘error’ snd beeping.(who needs a display pad on an appliance?) I have to unplug it wait 1 minute, replug and open and shut the door 6 times in rapid succesion to reset it. Dumbest thing ever!
I have gremlins playing in the underbelly of my house.
I’m beginning to think the microwave is going to blow. :eek:
Monday all systems were working perfectly. Water stayed on. Got the laundry done, microwaved a burrito, watched 2 old movies. No hijinx.
I’m worried about today.
We had a pinning ceremony at work yesterday. There’s a world map in the lobby, and every three months the Channel Management Department inserts pins in the locations where we made new partnerships: Macau, India, Singapore, Rwanda, and Ukraine. When the CMD head pinned Ukraine, he commented “and there were no politics involved.”
I shouted “No quid pro quo!” and the crowd laughed.
I must be bored, I read the entire thread. I am a bit unsure as to why owning a tiny car is on this list, but here goes.
I once owned a half share of a GoggoMobile. It was not the race car, nor was it the sedan. It was a very, very small coupe. It seamed much smaller than the Austin-Healey Bug Eyed Sprite I once owned. That Sprite was one fun car!