Musing

Paranoid Copulating Androids or I Don't Understand Either Music is orgasmically wonderful all on its own. Personally, I think having sex with music playing would be awfully distracting. Chiming in with me is Thom Yorke, who revealed in an undated video clip that he is confused by people who tell him they love to shag to the sound of Radiohead. He mentions Paranoid Android in particular. What the hell? (brought to my attention by http://www.greenplastic.com)

And Then I Blew Up The Indians or Rage, Rage Against The Occupancy of the Handicapped Spot A couple of months ago, a new family moved into the apartment below ours. They looked harmless at first - a young couple with their toddler and a pair of grandparents. In fact, for a while, we never heard a single peep work its way up to our domain. Even the baby was silent. This is probably the closest I've ever been to a baby without making it cry. One night I was out at Kroger picking up some snacks. It was around Christmastime, so the weather wasn't bitterly cold, but definitely cold enough to make a jacket a must-have. I gathered my bags, locked the doors, and walked up to the sidewalk leading to our stairs. Then crazy Grandpa India comes charging out of his door in a skirt. You're probably shaking your head, calling me ten different kids of culturally intolerant. But I'm telling you it was a skirt. I walked within three feet of the man when I went up the stairs, but ...

A Quote or Another Tidbit "Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are." --St. Augustine Normally I'm one to rant against hope, but this is a brilliant statement nonetheless. Stay young. (That's another brilliant statement, in a less obvious way.)