Thursday, February 25, 2016

"The YouTube Lament"...

The title of today's post was inspired by a musician named Tim Minchin.  I have blogged about Mr. Minchin before.  He's amazingly talented, funny, and astute.  I have a bunch of exMormons to thank for knowing he exists because someone on RfM shared his "White Wine In The Sun" video.  "White Wine In The Sun" is basically a Christmas song for atheists.  It's very poignant and beautiful and it resonates with many.

Anyway, there's another song Tim Minchin did.  It's called "The YouTube Lament".

Tim Minchin sings "The YouTube Lament" before an enthusiastic crowd.

"The YouTube Lament" is a song about how people don't care about someone's dazzling creativity and showmanship as much as they do kitten videos.  I often feel this way myself.  I've written some blog posts that I think are pretty interesting...  (if I do say so myself).  There are some posts on this blog that I've spent a lot of time on and expended a lot of effort writing.  I carefully insert links and videos and express myself as eloquently and artistically as possible, confiding in the anonymous people who stop by.  I do it because I love to communicate and create.

But...  do you know which of my posts are the most popular?  Well, I think the most popular one right now concerns postal regulations.  I'm left with the impression that a sizable number of people come to this blog to find out if it's illegal to put unstamped mail in someone's mailbox.  Not that I mind that people come here to read that.  That post, like every other one I wrote, came from a place of inspiration.  It's just funny to me, since that post has been shared around the Internet and may be the closest I'll ever get to having a viral blog post.  And it's not even an official source of information regarding postal regulations!

Another strangely popular post is the one I wrote about a dog hair getting embedded in the sole of my foot.  It was just something I wrote in a few minutes.  Never thought it would be a popular post.  That one gets hits every day and comments, too.   It makes me wish I had taken the time to write a blog post about when a huge, old, brown piece of ear wax randomly fell out of one of my ears and made my hearing seem like it was in stereo for a few minutes.  I know for a fact people would have stopped to read about that.  Want to know how I know?  Because when it happened to me, I went looking for blog posts about it.  It was such a strange, random, and yet oddly pleasurable event in my life.  I don't know why I didn't bother to express my wonder about it to the whole world.  I share everything else, don't I?  And I KNOW that post would have caught on fire.

I'm actually in a bit of an edgy mood today.  I woke up feeling slightly bitchy.  A couple of hours later, I realized that I've had PMS for the past couple of days.  Fortunately, I don't really have much trouble with PMS.  I'm crabby most of the month anyway, right?  But, I am finding as I'm getting older that I tend to have just a little less patience at certain times of the month.  I also find that I crave grease more.  Yesterday, I told Bill to bring home something fried.  He's remarkably cooperative when I make such requests and we ended up having fried shrimp and seared scallops for dinner, along with baked potato wedges and green beans.  I would have loved it if we could have gone to a big seafood buffet with a bunch of fried stuff offered.  Most of the other times of the month, I don't have these kinds of cravings.  And now I see I've digressed from the original topic of this post.  Or maybe I haven't.

I guess writing about PMS in your 40s is the sort of random bullshit the average person would seek out, just like dog hairs stuck in your foot and mail protocol.  I could wax poetic about poverty, Pensacola Christian College, and perverts all day, but when it comes down to it, most people just want to read about goofy shit.  

Oh, who am I kidding?  People are looking for porn, first and foremost.  ;)

Well, I'm trying not to come down with another cold and it snowed again last night.  I think I'll go finish the latest boring book I've been trying to plow through and come back later to review it.  Enjoy your Thursday.


  1. I suspect the Internet truly exists for porn. As long as it's done with consenting adults, I think it's just fine.

    My mom said when she was young (probably a teen, because she still lived with her dad)she had a situation where wax embedded itself in her ear son gradually that she didn't really noticed it. eventually she had a problem with the ear and had to see a doctor. The doctor treated the ear infection but also flushed the ear. She said it was an amazingly heightened sensation, as though e everything she had head previously was a muffled version of what one should hear, and as though she was actually HEARING for the first time in her life. Then she said hearing that way just became the norm until she didn't notice it.

    I wonder if most of us are walking around with enough embedded wax that it would be similar to an auditory epiphany were we to have our ears flushed.

    1. One of my friends had a similar experience when we were in college. He said he almost threw up when the wax was flushed out.


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