Ear worm, part 2
The CostCo Connection magazine came today. You get this magazine if you're a CostCo member. Well, right there, page 53, what do I see? An article all about Neil Diamond. ACK! And of course, the very first paragraph mentions his hits, including "Sweet Caroline," "Song Sung Blue" and "Love on the Rocks!"
GET OUT OF MY HEAD, NEIL!
Labels: music
Ear worms
I was listening to Yahoo music yesterday. I tend to do that while I'm at work. It drowns out the overwhelming silence that surrounds me without disturbing anyone else's overwhelming silence. Right after an 80's hair metal song was on, Yahoo music decided it would be a good time to play some good ol' fashioned Neil Diamond.
"Sweet Caroline" BA ba-dum. "Good times never seemed so good."
A couple songs later I was listening to some death metal song I couldn't understand, but the damage was already done. I couldn't get that song out of my head!
"Sweet Caroline" BA ba-dum. "Good times never seemed so good."
Over and over again, it came back until finally, I got distracted enough by other things that it faded away. I left work at the usual time, got home, did some homework and worked on Registry Online a bit. At about 1:30 in the morning, I went to sleep. When I woke up the next day, there it was, stuck in my head again.
"Sweet Caroline" BA ba-dum. "Good times never seemed so good."
That didn't last long. I had to get up and moving, take a shower, get my stuff together and head to work. I get in my truck and start it up. My radio is on Jack FM from the night before. Guess what Jack had waiting for me? Yup.
"Sweet Caroline" BA ba-dum. "Good times never seemed so good."
Damn it! I can't get rid of this song! All the way to work, no matter what I listened to, Neil Diamond was sitting in my ear, talking about "reaching out, touching me, touching you." Neil, you're really creeping me out!
Now I'm looking for something to make this earworm go away. Something! Anything! I can literally hear the battle going on in my head as I sit here listening to music. The music I'm listening to is attempting to evict Sweet Caroline, but damn if Caroline isn't fighting back! "Ha! Your 80's pop assault is nothing to me. I will be here long after that song has died away!" That bitch.
I'm hoping that writing this blog post is some sort of therapy, though I imagine everyone who actually knows the song "Sweet Caroline" is cursing my name right about now.
Labels: music
Exorcism for shirts?
Is it possible for a shirt to be possessed? I have to wonder. This particular shirt doesn't have any sort of mystical origin, or even mystical artwork on it. It's a pretty nondescript beer t-shirt I picked up when I was in Seattle (and one of only three alcohol-related t-shirts I own).
A couple months back, my girlfriend borrowed this shirt. She was wearing it as she innocently drove to school. As she tried to pull in to the parking lot, someone was pulling out going the wrong way and hit her head-on. Her truck had pretty heavy damage in the front since the corner of the other person's bumper hit in the middle of hers.
Yesterday, while wearing the very same shirt, I left work to meet a friend for lunch. I was waiting to turn left at the stoplight just south of where I work. It's a double-turn (meaning that two lanes make the turn), and I was on the outside. The light changed to green and I accelerated around the turn, heading for the right lane of Belleview. So did the little old lady driving the car next to me.
Having the inside lane, she got just ahead of me enough that when she drifted into my lane (and almost into my truck), my front bumper would have been in the middle of her car. At first, I figured she just drifted a little wide on making the turn, maybe trying to avoid the tall median. But no, she fully intended to usurp my lane. I leaned on the horn and hit the brakes just a little too late. I had to swerve a bit and ended up going onto the curb on the right side of the road to avoid any collision. The old lady's reaction? She kept right on driving down the right lane, probably wondering why some lunatic was honking at her.
When I arrived at the Park Meadows Mall parking lot, I waited with my turn signal on for someone to pull out of their parking spot so that I could take a spot just beyond them. Someone approached from the other direction and hurriedly sped across the lane in front of me and into the parking spot just abandoned. It's a good thing I wasn't actually moving yet. I parked and went inside.
After lunch (which was quite tasty, by the way), I was pulling out of the parking lot. I was rounding a corner to the right, and a car was zooming around the same corner at the same time. Except... they were on the wrong side of the road. I was able to stop in time, and so did they, though it put them at a pretty funky angle. I let them maneuver their way around me, then left.
No accidents, but several people were definitely aiming at me that day. But I have to wonder what the shirt had to do with it all. Is it possessed? Is it some sort of beacon of evil?
How would one exorcise a shirt, anyway? Is it like getting a grape juice stain out? Or blood? I've seen the commercials. I know how hard some stuff can be to get out of a shirt.
Labels: life
Quote of the Day - Reality
"Your grasp on reality isn't accurate here."
-- my therapist
Labels: funny, quotes
Am I clean?
I stayed up a little too late last night, and I had an 8 AM meeting today. The end result of that is that I was in a hurry this morning once I dragged my ass out of bed. I shaved with my spiffy new Braun 360 Complete electric razor, then set it into its cradle where you can push a button and it begins to clean itself. It’s cat-like that way, with the whole cleaning-itself thing.
While the razor was whirring away, getting the hair out of its proverbial teeth, I hopped in the shower. A quick wash of the hair, some conditioner -- yes, I use a separate shampoo and conditioner -- and a scrub-down with the soap followed by rinsing off, and I’m done. I open the shower door and the
razor’s still cleaning itself! I’m thinking to myself, "wow, it has to clean about three square inches of surface, and it is still working on it after I just allegedly cleaned my body from head to toe. Did I actually spend enough time in the shower? Do I need to jump back in for fear that my razor will shun me for my personal hygeine?" The last thing you need in your house is a razor that hogs the bathroom preening all day. I’ll be keeping my eye on it.
Labels: life
