Hello Fellow Travelers!
The aforementioned items do go together in my twisted, little universe so bear with me oh Gentle Reader while I connect the dots. Here we go: You know what's great about a Lennon & McCartney tune? Someone close to you can be learning a Lennon & McCartney song on the guitar or piano so you have to hear it like a million times and hearing it over and over doesn't make you want to bite someone. Since we saw Sir Paul, Patient Spouse has been noodling away on his acoustic guitar playing a lesser-known Beatles tune, "Blackbird", and like most L & M songs, this one sounds deceptively simple. So he has played it about 4000 times and I'm always glad to hear it!
So today, PS is playing "Blackbird" for the 4001st time and warbling about Fritos and No Doze or that's what I hear anyway, and the Fritos sound pretty good. I'm always hungry these days so singing any song with a snack theme always appeals to me. What he was really singing was "Three-toed-sloth-with-a-cough" which I thought was hilarious because I believed his version of the lyrics as a clever reference to the film we had viewed the previous evening. What film was that? I'm so glad you asked! It was the newer(90's version/BBC) film on "Anne Frank; Diary of a Young Girl", because that's what our 8th grader is reading. As it turns out, Patient Spouse was just pulling words out of the air (or out of someplace) that rhymed, cleverness was not even a consideration! We both read Ms. Frank's Diary in Jr. High in addition I read her father's memoir, the lady that brought them stuff, her memoir. Pretty much if they knew the Franks and were Dutch and wrote a WWII memoir I read it.
When I was younger I just could not understand an entire country following a madman into Hell. I read every book I could get my hands on about The Third Reich. And I still don't get it. I understand German and I've seen Hitler speak on every available device and he was a poser, a con man at best. At best. At worst? Oh, come on! When anyone in the world says "worst" they usually show a photo of Hitler. When he was losing the war he said it was the German People's fault. The people should get raped and blown up, because they lost. Really. Hitler had a German Shepherd named Blondi, who he gave a cyanide pill to "to see if it worked", and then he gave a capsule to his wife. What a guy! He used a pistol to kill himself, a coward at the end!
What do they always say about history? Those who don't learn from history are destined to repeat it.
So studying Europe in WWII seems to make sense, however, I was promised Fritos. Am I getting Frito's? No! Three-toed-sloths are funny but I need some Fritos! And dip! If I'm going to have Fritos I absolutely need dip! I'm having some three-toed friends over, they love Fritos and dip!
The aforementioned items do go together in my twisted, little universe so bear with me oh Gentle Reader while I connect the dots. Here we go: You know what's great about a Lennon & McCartney tune? Someone close to you can be learning a Lennon & McCartney song on the guitar or piano so you have to hear it like a million times and hearing it over and over doesn't make you want to bite someone. Since we saw Sir Paul, Patient Spouse has been noodling away on his acoustic guitar playing a lesser-known Beatles tune, "Blackbird", and like most L & M songs, this one sounds deceptively simple. So he has played it about 4000 times and I'm always glad to hear it!
So today, PS is playing "Blackbird" for the 4001st time and warbling about Fritos and No Doze or that's what I hear anyway, and the Fritos sound pretty good. I'm always hungry these days so singing any song with a snack theme always appeals to me. What he was really singing was "Three-toed-sloth-with-a-cough" which I thought was hilarious because I believed his version of the lyrics as a clever reference to the film we had viewed the previous evening. What film was that? I'm so glad you asked! It was the newer(90's version/BBC) film on "Anne Frank; Diary of a Young Girl", because that's what our 8th grader is reading. As it turns out, Patient Spouse was just pulling words out of the air (or out of someplace) that rhymed, cleverness was not even a consideration! We both read Ms. Frank's Diary in Jr. High in addition I read her father's memoir, the lady that brought them stuff, her memoir. Pretty much if they knew the Franks and were Dutch and wrote a WWII memoir I read it.
When I was younger I just could not understand an entire country following a madman into Hell. I read every book I could get my hands on about The Third Reich. And I still don't get it. I understand German and I've seen Hitler speak on every available device and he was a poser, a con man at best. At best. At worst? Oh, come on! When anyone in the world says "worst" they usually show a photo of Hitler. When he was losing the war he said it was the German People's fault. The people should get raped and blown up, because they lost. Really. Hitler had a German Shepherd named Blondi, who he gave a cyanide pill to "to see if it worked", and then he gave a capsule to his wife. What a guy! He used a pistol to kill himself, a coward at the end!
What do they always say about history? Those who don't learn from history are destined to repeat it.
So studying Europe in WWII seems to make sense, however, I was promised Fritos. Am I getting Frito's? No! Three-toed-sloths are funny but I need some Fritos! And dip! If I'm going to have Fritos I absolutely need dip! I'm having some three-toed friends over, they love Fritos and dip!
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