Venturing into the world of getting petsitting. I put this off too long. I've been having a major avoidancy phase. I have one anyway, this was just exacerbated by all the changes. Sometimes, I just want to not plan.
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Dylan's current TV obsession is a PBS show called Dinosaur Train and I can't get the fucking T-Rex song out of my head. We hates this show, precious.
T-Rex! Roar! / I'm a Tyrannosaurus / I'm the biggest carnivore / in the Cretaceous forest
SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD.
Use your imagination to thing of something else.
Come with me / And you'll be / In a world of / Pure imagination / Take a look / And you'll see / Into your imagination / . . .
No need to thank me, I'm here to help.
Gud is EEEEEEEEvil.
It could be worse. My brother took to explicitiving the Wiggles as a form of therapy.
t Has no kids.
t Is immune to the earworm
t Runs
I feel your pain, Jess. Owen is also crazy about that show. And since it's pretty smartly written, I'm going along with the obsession for now. The songs are sort of annoying but having Owen explain to DH how the "pterodactyl" is actually a pteranodon is worth it.
I've been earwormed with really crap songs lately. First I earwormed myself with the song from that tragic homemade goth video I linked to in music. "What is that song...Oh shit!"
And lately some Dave Mathews Band song they've been playing on the radio has gotten stuck in my head, and a I hate DMB.
Jess, I'll trade you in a hot second for
I got it! I got it! It's really really true!
I got it! I got it! I know just what to do!
Don't think about what you CAAAAN'T do, think about what you CAAAAAAN do!
It wasn't until I'd already been hopelessly earwormed with that one that I realized just how often the phrase "I got it" comes up in everyday conversations. Way, way too fucking often, that's how often. A passing coworker mumbles something about the phone in the next office that just started ringing, and bam! I'm earwormed for the next three days.