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capri0mniI recently read, on lizbee's journal, there's a meme going around Tumblr that the last music you listened to will be played at your funeral. It probably only counts if it's the last music you listened to before learning that trick, 'cause otherwise, it would be too easy to be artificially dignified. But if anyone is taking notes, and my demise comes unexpectedly, I think this would be pleasingly confounding for the surviving cousins:
D ................................... A7 ....................... D
Old Mother Hippity-Hop likes to drive fast cars.
......... G ..................... D ............. A7 .............. D
She zooms along the highway smoking big cigars.
......... G ........................................... D
She wants to fly a space ship and drive around the stars.
.... G .............. D ......................... A7 ...................... D
A visit to the moon is fun but her favourite stop is Mars.
Old Mother Hippity-Hop likes to climb up rocks.
She wears a pair of hiking boots but always forgets her socks.
The last time she went climbing she took along several clocks.
She found them much too heavy, but she liked their ticks and tocks.
Old Mother Hippity-Hop likes to eat sardines.
She puts them on a pancake with a side dish of baked beans.
She likes to eat them mainly when she’s wearing her favourite jeans.
She doesn’t like them from the sea, but from sardine machines.
Old Mother Hippity-Hop wants to meet a dinosaur.
Every day she hopes one will come walking through the door.
She wants to pop him in her bed and listen to him snore
She doesn’t know they were here long ago but now there are no more.
Old Mother Hippity-Hop likes to drive a bus,
And if we stand in front of her she’ll drive it over us.
Most of the time she drives so fast you can’t see her for dust.
The police are always pulling her up and making an awful fuss.
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Early this morning (in the official, awake-too-long, wee hours) YouTube recommended a video clip from Primeval -- the one with the tiny pterosaurs that killed people. I knew that probably was all wrong, so I went hunting around online for slightly more accurate information. And I found out that Mark Witton has a pterosaur book coming out this fall. :::Squee!::: I first found Mark Witton's Flick'r gallery several years ago, back when he was still working on his doctorate. He's the main reason I resent the PBS kids' show dinosaur train, because the Pteranodon Family at the center of it is all wrong, according to current theories (like 40 years out of date, or so).*
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However, I do enjoy most PBS kids' shows, so I've been checking out their online site to learn more about the programs, and I found one site that's web only, dedicated to teaching 6-9 year olds basic music theory and how to write in five popular genres. I have been thinking it's a while since I tried writing a song, so I might hang out there for a bit: Chuck Vanderchuck's *something something* Explosion. *grin*
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*The show's gender-roles ideas are more like 60 years out of date. And that's a whole 'nother gripe. But, in a kids' show about dinosaurs and pterosaurs, where the creatures themselves are wrong and bland? Utterly unforgivable. Especially from the Jim Henson workshops.
lizbee's journal, there's a meme going around Tumblr that the last music you listened to will be played at your funeral. It probably only counts if it's the last music you listened to before learning that trick, 'cause otherwise, it would be too easy to be artificially dignified. But if anyone is taking notes, and my demise comes unexpectedly, I think this would be pleasingly confounding for the surviving cousins:D ................................... A7 ....................... D
Old Mother Hippity-Hop likes to drive fast cars.
......... G ..................... D ............. A7 .............. D
She zooms along the highway smoking big cigars.
......... G ........................................... D
She wants to fly a space ship and drive around the stars.
.... G .............. D ......................... A7 ...................... D
A visit to the moon is fun but her favourite stop is Mars.
Old Mother Hippity-Hop likes to climb up rocks.
She wears a pair of hiking boots but always forgets her socks.
The last time she went climbing she took along several clocks.
She found them much too heavy, but she liked their ticks and tocks.
Old Mother Hippity-Hop likes to eat sardines.
She puts them on a pancake with a side dish of baked beans.
She likes to eat them mainly when she’s wearing her favourite jeans.
She doesn’t like them from the sea, but from sardine machines.
Old Mother Hippity-Hop wants to meet a dinosaur.
Every day she hopes one will come walking through the door.
She wants to pop him in her bed and listen to him snore
She doesn’t know they were here long ago but now there are no more.
Old Mother Hippity-Hop likes to drive a bus,
And if we stand in front of her she’ll drive it over us.
Most of the time she drives so fast you can’t see her for dust.
The police are always pulling her up and making an awful fuss.
--
Early this morning (in the official, awake-too-long, wee hours) YouTube recommended a video clip from Primeval -- the one with the tiny pterosaurs that killed people. I knew that probably was all wrong, so I went hunting around online for slightly more accurate information. And I found out that Mark Witton has a pterosaur book coming out this fall. :::Squee!::: I first found Mark Witton's Flick'r gallery several years ago, back when he was still working on his doctorate. He's the main reason I resent the PBS kids' show dinosaur train, because the Pteranodon Family at the center of it is all wrong, according to current theories (like 40 years out of date, or so).*
--
However, I do enjoy most PBS kids' shows, so I've been checking out their online site to learn more about the programs, and I found one site that's web only, dedicated to teaching 6-9 year olds basic music theory and how to write in five popular genres. I have been thinking it's a while since I tried writing a song, so I might hang out there for a bit: Chuck Vanderchuck's *something something* Explosion. *grin*
--
*The show's gender-roles ideas are more like 60 years out of date. And that's a whole 'nother gripe. But, in a kids' show about dinosaurs and pterosaurs, where the creatures themselves are wrong and bland? Utterly unforgivable. Especially from the Jim Henson workshops.
