Even when you love a song, isn’t it so annoying when it keeps replaying over and over in your head? The Germans were kind enough to invent the term for it: Earworm.
These four are the latest jamming my mental aural airwaves.




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Even when you love a song, isn’t it so annoying when it keeps replaying over and over in your head? The Germans were kind enough to invent the term for it: Earworm.
These four are the latest jamming my mental aural airwaves.
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My foot hurts.
My back hurts.
Watched Princess Bride.
Feel Better.
;o)
For a while I’ve been wanting to get a cajon, so I finally got one for my birthday. . . what I’m guessing is the beginner version. Fingertips already sore.
Willow included for scale.
;o)
Shows I have recently binged, rebinged, or am currently binging.
First time:
Hanna
The Bridge (American version)
Eureka
Rewatches:
Wynonna Earp
Legacies
Warehouse 13
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Had to find one with Willow!
Lucifer
Dollhouse
;o)
(Originally read as A Strange Race of Critters.)
Antiphanes, ancient Greece, 388-311 BCE.
A strange race of critics,
They perform autopsies on
The poetry of the dead.
Sad bookworms,
They chew through thorns.
No poetโs too dull
For them to elucidate, these who defile
The bones of the great.
Callimachus attacked them like a dog.
Out! Into the long darkness.
Perpetual beginner, little gnatโ
It is a poet you distract.
;o)
Just yesterday I found a new female singer-songwriter to enjoy. Helps that she’s a bit off-kilter. . .
;o)
This is not how I wanted to start the year. . .
Before I found out about Lindsey Stirling, I would have called Neil Peart my favorite musician. He was obviously my favorite drummer, but that’s not saying much, as I know nothing about drumming. But I do know lyrics, and he was my favorite lyricist. His songs were poetry, as were his books. Ghost Rider is still my favorite noon-fiction book.
I was waiting at a bus stop when I saw the news on social media; someone said it looked like I got punched in the stomach, which is pretty much how I felt. But as sad as I was, I got over that quickly, because I then thought of how much his daughter and wife must be hurting. My feelings are inconsequential compared to what they’re going through.
For those who couldn’t appreciate Rush’s music, perhaps this video of the three of them having dinner will show you what we fans see in them. . .
;o)
A couple of weeks ago I was tooling through the area east of Little Tokyo, which is experiencing quick gentrification, and came across this mural by Carly Ealey. I leave the viewer to decide what it means; I’ll just enjoy the visuals.
;o)
As emotionally tough as it is to work with the homeless, last night I saw something that seemed to make it even worse. a loss of hope, perhaps. . .
Every once in a while I’ll put this song on repeat and wait to see how long it takes me to eye-leak. . . usually about ten seconds.
Evanescence is an underrated jewel.
;o)