capri0mni | Earworm, Yule carol, Odetta again, nightmare, telephone, Christmas carols (Reply)

angevin2 posted this poem the other day, and ever since, I've had this song as an earworm, in my head:

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the burning of the school
We are torturing the teachers;
We are breaking all the rules.
We broke into his office,
And we murdered the princi-pool
And the truth goes marching on!

Glory, glory, 'Alleiluia!
Teacher hit me with a rulah!
I bopped her on the bean
With rotten tangerine
And she ain't gonna teach no more!

Just for the record, this is not helping in my efforts to write a new Yule/solstice carol (not, at least, since I've decided to go in a different direction from "Grandma got run over by a reindeer").

(I'm listening to the classic music radio station, now, to try and flush the damned thing out)

On the upside, regarding the carol, I came across a tidbit (In Wikipedia, so I'm not sure how reliable that is), that on the night of the winter solstice, the three stars in Orion's belt point to the brightest star in the eastern sky (Sirius), and that star marks the point where the sun will rise the following morning. I think that's pretty cool (especially since the four stars are bright enough that you can see them even when there's a fair amount of light polution), and may form the central image of my song, if I can figure out how to write it. I'm thinking of using the sonnet as the basic form for it, though. "Shakespearean" sonnets are relatively easy to turn into songs, once you've got them written (but ymmv, natch).

Ever since I read the news of Odetta's death, the random thought keeps popping into my head that Dad will be so sad to learn about it, before I remember that no, he won't, because he's dead, too. ... ... ... *sigh*

Had an anxiety dream this morning, that involved Christopher Eccleston/Ninth Doctor (his identity in the dream was a bit like Schroedinger's Cat: undeterminate). There was a scene in the dream that was a snippet from an unseen episode, where there was a dalek in an office in a corporate building, then the dalek, using camoflage tech made itself look like the Doctor and walked out into the hallway, and there was the whole uncertainty of whether it was the Doctor disguising himself as a dalek or the other way around.

And then, I was in the hallway in the building, and I was kind of lost, but there was a rule that I could never go back and retrace my steps, and a vague sense that the official workers in the building were hostile to me, and I was running/hiding from them.

Then, I got to the doors leading out of the building, but I was scared to leave because the weather outside was cold (and snowing, maybe), and if I left the building, I wouldn't be able to return for shelter (and the way home was long, and not wheelchair friendly, and if I just struck out on my own, thre was a good chance I'd be stuck in a rut with a dead battery and no winter coat, and freeze to death. And I was waiting / hoping for either my mother or father to come pick me up and drive me home. But I didn't know if they knew I was waiting for me, and it was too dangerous to leave the foyer to go look for a phone to call them and check, because the Baddies were still looking for me... Then, I woke up.

It was kind of hard to tell if the dream was in color or black and white, because the weather was so grey, and the walls in the office building were painted in blah, institutional colors.

One of the first thoughts I had, after that dream was: "I've heard that when all the movies and early tv were in black and white, people reported dreaming in black and white, but now that tv and movies are in color, people report dreaming in color... How did people dream a thousand years ago, before movies or tv were even invented?"

I bet it was in color.

Speaking of phones, I bought myself a new landline phone, because the answering machine part of my old one is dead, so I can't get messages or leave an outgoing message saying I'll call back.

In the owner's manual, it makes a big deal, with all sorts of "Important!" and "Make sure you read this and do this absolutely first!" instructions telling me to thread the power cord (and phone jack cord) through the guiding slot at the back of the phone. I tried. The damned slot is too skinny! The power cord won't fit into it! And the slot is in hard plastic with absolutely no give or wiggliblity.

Argh!!

Maybe if I were a factory robot, with tiny little pincers for fingers, and a brain that works on the scale of nanometers, I could undo the twists in the wire at just the precise angle to make it slide in easily.

But I am a mere human, with fat, clumsy, flesh fingers.

Bah!

"Come all ye faithful!" just finished on the radio. Now, there's a carol I don't recognise, but it sounds nice. I like the classical station this time of year.

originalchagall is a new LJ'er this week. She friended me, and she speaks English (With that username, I thought she might be another Russian speaker/writer)! Based on her interest list, I'm guessing she friended me because we both have an interest in music, though her interest and knowledge in that area goes much deeper than mine.

*waves hi*

I could use some cheering up.

Know any good jokes?