The Isle of Marm
One of many awkward me-affiliated places.
Time-Dependent SemiPublic Memory Bank,
Super Secret Dumping/Proving Ground,
Displaced Miscellany Collection,
3 Hours in the Future (EST)
One of many awkward me-affiliated places.
Time-Dependent SemiPublic Memory Bank,
Super Secret Dumping/Proving Ground,
Displaced Miscellany Collection,
3 Hours in the Future (EST)
It is actually an S.O.P. to sing the entirety of “Killing Me Softly” while washing hands. I won’t judge you too harshly if you go with the Roberta Flack version, but I find that more aggressive lathering can be achieved with the Fugees’ version. “Strumming my pain” and “Scrubbing my hands” are fungible.
“Vocalists also tend to throw in a single, repeated statement throughout the breakdown, giving those who are not dancing or moshing an opportunity to sing along.
The drums are usually simple, with a four quarter-note ride pattern with the snare on the third beat. Most commonly, the drummer plays quarter notes on the crash cymbal or china cymbal. Sometimes though, eighth notes are used. In some breakdowns where a very slow tempo is used, the drummer will play half notes, to give the music a very heavy, slow feel. The drummer usually follows the rhythm, or “chugs” of the guitar on the kick drum. In most cases, the drummer will use a double-bass drum or double-bass pedal to complement the “chugs” of the guitars. The guitars play a set of rhythmically oriented riffs, usually on open strings so as to achieve the lowest and heaviest sound for which the guitars are tuned, so the dancers in the audience can respond effectively. Sometimes, these are contrasted with either dissonant chords, such as minor 2nd intervals, tritones (flatted 5ths), or pinch harmonics.
In punk rock, breakdowns tend to be more upbeat…”
(Source: Wikipedia)
I don’t know how this song had gotten stuck in my head the other day, but listening to it in lab ~a couple shy of a hundred times has helped. It does a weird thing with switching from left speaker to right speaker that normally I’m okay with but continuing to listen to without the speakers external to me kind of stresses me out in office/headphones mode.
It took until the final version of grant two was submitted for me to clear off enough mental, physical, and digital desktop crap to be able to remember why pieces of this were in my playlists, viz. the 5 toots from March 15th.
(I love [love-love] the idea that Conky is a direct ancestorrobot of N.E.P.T.R., not because it was ever implied, but because robo-relation hypotheses are the kinds of things that my brain clings onto with all my tiny metaphorical heart.)
Corrigendum:
The “oriental riff” that separates the bottom of panel 2 from the top of panel 3 in Wasabi Yojimbo #1 is a little wrong. Every once in a while it appears in a slide show and there’s cringing all around. That last chord should be a G-C, not a G-D.
What would the Vapors think? Heavens.
When back-scatter (Back-splatter!) discontinuation was announced a couple weeks ago, I thought about this for a while. And then there was the video that was circulating recently about food’s progression from animal to meal and I thought about the ketchup-man bit. And I made a pretty open reference to baby batter yesterday morning and it was gross and then I thought about this. So now you can think about it.
Heh, when SS told his gym anecdote about the stinky guy on the treadmill, I always really hoped it was that guy who dumped me for the holistic chicken masseuse, as he had technically overlapped employment at the paper company. Only because it is hilarious to think about, not due to a history of stank.
(Source: maximumfun.org)
ALL DAY AND EVERY YEAR, CAESAR.
♬♫♩♪♩♫♬-♬♫♩♪♩♫♬
But you can’t be any geek off the street,
gotta be handy with the steel
if ya’know what I mean: earn your keep!
♬♫♩♪♩♫♬-♬♫♩♪♩♫♬
Harding advocated aviation technology for civil and military purposes, the development of radio technology and regulation, and the passage of a federal anti-lynching law to protect African Americans. Warren G was also the first president that pursued world security through arms reduction and regulation during the Washington peace conference.
(Source: Wikipedia)
♪-♪♫-♪♫-♪♫♫♫-♪♫-♪♫-♪♫♫♫*
Here I go, here I go, here I go (again).
Girls, what’s my weakness?
DR. SHOOP’S LAX-ETS,
A PLEASANT CANDY BOWEL LAXATIVE.
Okay, then. Chillin’, chillin’, mindin’ my business…
*DISCLOSURE:
Despite ~ZERO European peoples in my family tree, I am somehow constitutionally incapable of actually saying “Salt n’ Pepa” without sounding exceptionally white.
The inter-meeting music on repeat yesterday was oddly bluesy (not in a bad way but sort of mood-incongruously), and I am noticing in my morning review of yesterday’s grant progress that I was dropping Ray into all sorts of things. I should write up the retina stuff while listening to whatever the opposite of Thomas Dolby² is. Although I can’t get the idea that things aren’t Urgent. hmm. hmm.
²BYOLw HZNLSg?
If you don’t take into account ONE (1) super-questionable decision¹, today actually has been a crazy productive day.
¹ Pretending to live in a timezone² more suited to my internal clock.
² This autocorrected to “timeline” and, Lordy, I wish that were as easy to do.
Probably the best part of the SD Field Science Trip was the time travel component.
It is still the late 90’s in San Diego:
I was immediately comfortable with the anachronism.
…I brag about having the “real McCoy*” all the time.
This was at the Children’s Museum. I should have taken a better picture but I didn’t want to slow down the flow of people nor call undue attention to it.
* I generally don’t say filth flarn filth, but today has been FILLED with lingering innuendos. I’m not sure what’s up. Spring? Maybe Spring. I don’t know what prognostication the rodent made last week, but maybe it’s just Spring. And now I’m listening to 90’s German Europop and if I’m not careful I’m going to just slide right into calling the German.
In a phase of psychological experiments* related to dissertation writing that had no impact on the dissertation being written, I speculated that one could fool brains into thinking typing was occurring—and consequently induce the impulse to type further—by listening to the sound of typing (i.e., 0:13-0:15).
Eventually it becomes like rain. 15 keys when 1 might suffice is still a favorite gag, though. [Via my favorite suggestion: Actuary Starship.]
(All new keystrokes will be lost in sound, like tears in rain. Time to write.)
*Oddly enough, some of my favorite kinds of experiments, even if I am…not so much dismissive as critical of what gets done “for reals”. Controls are tough.
[In the years since, the loop still makes an appearance in my list of crutches. If I had actively thought about this before today, I might have caught it at a solid repdigital play count. Tiny bummer. It is in a weird neighborhood, playlist-wise.]
I don’t know what you’re talking about: my focus is ~impeccable.
