Bye, bye Mr. Questioner Guy

noquestions I so wish I had some modicum of musical talent. I think that the last time I was exposed to any kind of music education was 1st grade, maybe kindergarten. While I’m not completely tone deaf, I only rarely experience that feeling of matching the human voice to some kind of external sound, and I can’t make my voice do it. I don’t really have the readily apparent motor skills to play the guitar or the piano.

But I do so wish I had some musical talent, because I’d spend my life doing whatever I could to be the next Weird Al. Or Flight of the Conchords. Writing parody songs for the rest of my living years.

For those that know me, asking questions is fundamentally core to how I work and how I live – particularly why? – I even joked last week that my name should be legally changed to an interrobang.

But sometimes the working life conspires in such a way that you have to change directions. Even for those that know me, you might be surprised that I expend the vast majority of my questioning energies on myself. That won’t and can’t change. I couldn’t turn that off if I wanted. But maybe for a time, I can stop the external questions.

You might think, ok, well that opening was certainly random. Well, I spent part of the weekend replaying Don McLean’s “American Pie” in my head in an attempt to parody the lyrics in the form “Bye, Bye, Mr. Questioner Guy” I didn’t get very far, it probably should be crowd-sourced.

So instead, I leave you with something far more entertaining. Years ago I once went to my local Kroger, only to find that they had moved the Little Debbie rack somewhere I couldn’t find it anymore. And well, the rest is history.

Bye, Bye, Oatmeal Creme Pie

A long, long time ago… I can still remember how
That creme filling would make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I’d never go to the south of france
If it meant I’d be without them a while
But that April day made me shiver,
Almost tempted to cry a river
Bad news at the kroger…
I don’t know I can go there

I can’t remember if I tried
My indignation that day to hide
But hunger rumbled down deep inside,
The day I found no pies.

Soo..Bye, bye Oatmeal Creme Pies
Drove my Ford to that store but the shelves was dry
And good ol’ boys were having RC and moon pie
Singing this will be the day that I die
all gone are the Oatmeal Creme Pie

Because Meat Loaf and Twitter are like Peas and Carrots

This week, a colleague from Auburn, and a colleague from Iowa State twittered our mini list of Geek versions of Meat Loaf songs, starting with “2 out of 3 can’t be accurately represented in binary – but close enough ain’t bad” and followed by:

  • “Paradise by the LCD backlight”
  • “NAT out of Hell” (like a NAT out of hell… you’ll be gone when I go to logon)
  • “Skype is a Lemon and I want my money back” (a little Alanis irony that one)
  • “For Crying Outloud [Groupwise], You Know I Hate You” (an Auburn favorite)
  • “I’d do anything for my email (but I won’t do that)”
  • “You took the urls right out of my tweet”

This is why I twitter. are you twittering? you should be.

The second greatest joy

While this blog and most especially that even more geekily weird one involving plastic dinosaurs continue to languish in appropriate obscurity – it is with great mirth that I watch the stats on my humble flickr account. From time to time I think of leaving it to go to smugmug or another service… but you just can’t beat landing on page one for a Google Search for “dust cloth” with images like this:

Improvised Dust Cloth _Improvised Dust Cloth: I had to dust the cabinets today. Never let an engineer get the bright idea to do this. _

There’s real funny, and there’s just funny, and questionably funny, and lastly my own funny, and my own crazy jokes are joy – at least to me, and that’s what it’s all about.