You don't need to remember all the Presidents in order, you just need to remember where, for example, your keys are. So turn all those TV theme songs we are cluttering our brains up with into mnemonic devices for finding our keys.
Spike ,'Get It Done'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I remember THREE Hee-Haw songs, and now they are ALL in my head.
Does anyone remember the songs from the episode of Gilligan's Island where they did a musical version of Hamlet?
I ask to be, or not to be
That is the question that I ask of thee
Neither a borrower or lender be
Do not forget, stay out of debt
Does anyone remember the songs from the episode of Gilligan's Island where they did a musical version of Hamlet?
No, but I am remembering the Brady Bunch doing Snow White.
This is a dangerous game.
Does anyone remember the songs from the episode of Gilligan's Island where they did a musical version of Hamlet?
Oh yeah.
Now I want to turn the theme from The Greatest American Hero into a mnemonic device.
Oh yes, I sing those all the time.
There's one other thing I ask of you
To thine ownself be true!
The second one always morphs into or gets tangled up with the version of the Toreador Song my dad likes to sing "Toreador don't spit on the floor/use the cuspidor/ that is what it's for". Which usually leads me to 'The Blue Danube Waltz by Johann Strauss/He lives in a house with Mickey Mouse" and eventually to the various Bugs Bunny operas.
I really like TJ's Gingerbread Coffee., btw.
I personally liked the Moonlighting Version of Taming of the Shrew.
Believe it or not, George isn't at home
I personally liked the Moonlighting Version of Taming of the Shrew.
I think I liked it at the time but now all I can remember is the "we hate iambic pentameter" line at the end.
Yesterday, my chest/pecs was really achy from the little bit of shovelling I did. I thought, man I have no upper body strength. Then I made French onion soup, and while deglazing the pan, I got a lungful of red wine fumes that made me cough and cough for the rest of the night. Then around midnight, fever set in, and I realized that I wasn't necessarily weak as a kitten nor did I scorch my lungs with steam. I've got some kind of weird cold/flu, centred in my chest. I woke up sounding like Patti and/or Selma.
I have the day off and it's still looking like Hoth outside, so I am tucked in for the day, horrifying Oz with my renditions of Leonard Cohen tunes.