ISTG. I had six hours to do stuff today including write a cover letter, and have used up five of them doing nothing! This is why I'm no good at staycation -- I am way too good at procrastinating.
'Sleeper'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
My tasks today are to unpack suitcases (ugh), go through mail (not ugh, but boring), and work on putting together a scrapbook of my France trip (fun!) I think I'll do the mail first, just to get it out of the way and have something done. I've made a rule that I can't start working on scrapbook stuff until all my suitcases are unpacked.
Bow before my librarian-fu: The patron approached wanting to know the name of a "country singer who died recently of throat cancer." Said singer had a song about falling out of bed and everybody laughing. He played the guitar and wore glasses.
The correct answer? Robin Gibb. (No, I never found out what the song about falling out of bed might have been.)
That is mighty mighty librarian-fu, flea.
The correct answer? Robin Gibb. (No, I never found out what the song about falling out of bed might have been.)
The song was almost certainly "I Started a Joke." Although falling out of bed, hurting his head was from a different part of the song than when he started to cry, which started the whole world laughing.
Is Robin Gibb a BeeGee?
The music of pain.
Oh my god, completely unexpected earworm.
I would not consider him country music. huh.
Unless the country is Australia.