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I’m to blame for all I’ve heard

In the 1980s, there was a theme that I repeatedly heard during commercial breaks — maybe for some drama, maybe a talk show — that had the exact melody of the “Yea-ah yea-ah-uh yeah!” from Nirvana’s “Lithium”. It was played on a sort of synth brass.

Whenever I hear the song, my brain replaces it with that twonky, honky TV theme.



Passed Over

I’ve spent months, off and on, searching for my passport. I’ve rent my apartment asunder. Today I found it. My passport was, and is, at eye level, thirty degrees from center, in front of the chair where I now sit. Two feet away from my face. Alone, obscured by nothing.

Well. Okay, then.



Eighth note appetite

My toaster oven is clicking in precise time with this Queen song. Headlong into toasted cheese!



At its peak, Insert Credit was an iconoclastic blend of esoterica, literary analysis, and cult of personality

So okay. Today ends the penultimate season of Riven: The Series Lost. Tomorrow ends the penultimate season of Supernatural. After today, only two more episodes in the second season of Lupo & Cutter. (Yeah, season 18 was practically a reboot. It’s good now. Also, Season 20 is Dick Wolf’s “goal” for the show — anything after that is bonus. So, in that sense sort of penultimate here as well.)

A bit of a relief, I can tell you. Somehow, however much I like a thing, I welcome the opportunity to divest myself of the self-imposed responsibility of keeping in sync with it. Nothing more to pay attention to! I can focus those brain cycles elsewhere.

Good year for Upper Boat to cut back, while we’re at it.



A Salivary Salieri

I think one of my unlisted super powers is precognition toward which bozos are going to eat with their mouths open.

Yeah, that guy — I had him pegged the moment he started to talk.