That’s just something I say after I say something that sounds odd.
I just coined ‘The Dirty Flat Technique’ for getting oat roots to ecape the pot for harvest.
That’s the name of my next album.
Ooh, I like that. I’m going to use it and pretend it’s my own.
Although I predict that this will be the name of the next overused SDMB meme. 
Hmmm… when it becomes unsufferably annoying I will either beam with pride or blame you.
I used to say “I think I went to school with [him/her]” whenever a strange name would come up. This “next album” thing, though, that’s more general-purpose. I’ll probably say, “That’s the title of my next book,” though.
I used the phrase “Them Evil” in a Pit post the other day and I thought it looked like a good album title or band name. I have a lot of those, but I never bother writing them down. If I did, I’d be a new Mingering Mike. 
One lady who was in the store section of the place I work was discussing with my co-worker how great a mood everyone always seemed to be in when she came in. I sauntered out and co-worker mentioned that she should swing by at the very end of the day, when no one else was in the store/warehouse and he and I would turn on the radio and dance together until it was time to go home.
“No one else does it, though, just me and her.”
The client replies, “Only two people dancing in the paint store.” She thinks about it, looks at us and smiles. “That sounds like a great book title!”
Shite, it sure does. I like it.
I’ve been doing almost the same thing since I was about 10, except that since I don’t have a last album to worry about I’ve always just said “that’s gonna be the title of my first album”.
Last uttered in response to the phrase “I’ll smack you with my J!”
So, I guess I’m the only one who has no idea what that means.
My friends and I came up with one several years ago (nearly 8, I think) that we get to reminisce about every year, at our annual Raclette party. A Raclette machine is like a little open oven, with space under the element to put little pans in, and a grill surface above it. Traditionally used to melt cheese to pour over potatoes, it has evolved into a no-rules, cook what you want, how you want it, while sitting around the dinner table for 4 hours, drinking and having fun. We have this party every Christmas.
The first such party was actually 4 of us, in a basement bedroom of a student house, on the floor, using mismatched plates and cutlery brought from our various apartments. The guy whose room it was said the room stank of cheese and meat for a month. After the meal, we let the machine cool down, and all the grease on it started to solidify. This was fascinating to watch.
So we coined an album name from it:
“Watching the Fat Congeal”
We think it would work well for a punk band.
No, just the only one brave enough to ask
If you need the root tips of a plant for a particular experiment, you simply yank out the plant, in this case a peculiar oat, snip the roots and head to the lab. However, depending on a zillion factors including one’s own skill, it may indeed be necessary to return to the plant for more. Constant unpotting and chopping tends to have a deleterious effect on the health of said plant. But, if you think back to those marigolds you forgot to plant last year, you may remember that the roots escaped the six packs and grew into the crevices of the flat, or carrying tray, and maybe into the ground below in search of moisture and nutrition. If you were to deliberately dump potting soil into that flat before you filled it with a tray and then the peculiar oats, the roots would see no distinction at the bottome of the pot and would continue to grow. You could then lift the pot from the flat, trim the roots, return the plant to its happy place, and head to the lab secure in the knowledge that you iwll be able to harvest the roots indefinitely without murdering the donor.
Ladies and gentlemen, 'The Dirty Flat Technique"
For a few years, I was a member of the Marigold Society of America. Marigolds are tough little plants, and they seem to thrive on poor soil and abuse. In fact, one of the pros in the MSA had a brutal technique for vigorous plants. :eek: When the plants are settled comfortably in their tiny pots, he’d pull them out and throw them on the potting bench, so all the dirt came off. Then he repotted all these beat-up, bare-root plants. They outperformed the plants that were more gently treated.
It’s no Dirty Flat Technique, but it is dramatic.
I have oft stood up in respect for the mild mannered Tagetes when plant snobs dismissed them as the bedding plant of the proletariat. I find them a source of joy and inspiration. But then, of course, I spend a little too much time with plants in general.