Can Idiots Be Smart?

No one seems to read this anymore. Thusly, I can address my mental goings-on without fear of…something.

I’m going to explain part of something very complicated. I have this little version of myself in my head which is sort of me how I’d like to be. And I wander around through various worlds from books and movies and my own demented thinking. Generally I single out a few characters and stalk them, at least in the beginning. This would explain by Beatles issues to some extent.

Anyway, the other me likes to bug people. One person in particular. So much that I climb in his window at five in the morning just because it bothers him. And I make fun of him a lot, because I know he won’t hit me. (This isn’t because I have control over what he does in my head. I like to stay true to character.) And no, it’s not Paul. That’s a whole ‘nother…thing that’s whole.

Ahem. Anyway, just because I enjoy bugging people doesn’t mean I don’t like them. What I want to know is, can an idiot not be stupid? This question has been presented to me in various situations by a certain talking dog. I’ve stopped making assorted comments because of it. So…answers?

Also, my sanity is severely disrupted by the nosreps. “Nosrep” is “person” backwards. They’re exact opposites of existing people, and a plot device that I made up because I was running out of ideas for ways to—never mind. Well, they aren’t exact opposites in all ways, just in most aspects of personality. Most people never meet theirs, which is good, because it could start a huge war. You should have seen—never mind. But they’ve kind of taken on a life of their own. I reconciled with my nosrep, Ecnatsnoc, a while ago, and we met in an alley while she was hunting a nosrep called Tsiom. Um. So you can see my problem.

I forgot what I was talking about. Sorry.

Tags: Beatles, bizarre, Discworld, nonsense, nosreps, revelation

Revelation of the Week

Yeah, this is kind of lame. See, for a good bit of last month, I had “The Fool On The Hill” stuck in my head. And this is because I had listened to it before, obviously, and suddenly thought, like this big revelation, “Hey, wait a sec! I’m the Fool on the Hill!” Of course I’m not really, but come on. It’s plausible. Either that or I’m becoming one of those people who reads too much into Beatles songs. Like those idiots that came up with the whole “Paul is dead” thing.

Also, pancakes are actually pretty good cold.

This is kinda unrelated, but a couple days ago I was walking home with Peyton & Co. (well, just Peyton and Ashley, but Peyton & Co. sounds better) and Peyton said something about how when she gets old, she’s going to have “brilliant” white hair. For some reason this use of the word brilliant made me laugh. I have no idea why. I sort of think it could possibly have something to do with this Beatles obsession thing, but that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.

By the way, look at some of the things I like: The Beatles. Monty Python. Terry Pratchett. The Rutles.

Do you see something wrong in the fact that at least half of my entertainment (etc.) comes from British guys?

Tags: Beatles, lame, Monty Python, music, revelation, Rutles, Terry Pratchett, word association

The World is What?

I first heard Rubber Soul when I was about six. That album has always been one of my favorites, which I think has something to do with the sound of something, some element in there, but I don’t know what. However, for years after I first heard it, I would often wonder what the heck “The Word” was supposed to be about. This is because, well, I had no clue what the words really were.

You are all familiar with the actual lyrics, yes? Well, this is what I was hearing:

Save the world and you’ll be free
Save the world and be like me
Save the world and think it out
Have you heard the world is love?
It’s so fine
It’s sunshine
It’s the world love

I know what you’re all thinking: “What the hell?” And that’s what I was thinking, but keep in mind I was six. I assumed that “the world is love” must mean something important to be in a song. Here’s the sad part: I went around with this misconception for several years. Recently I got back into the Beatles; then, and only then, did I realize what the real words were.

Which makes “the world is love” even weirder, in my opinion.

Tags: Beatles, errors, FAIL, lame, music, nonsense, revelation, stupid, the world

OH, I Get It Now!

I’m sooooooo lame.

A couple days/weeks/some unit of time ago, Duncan and I were home alone, late. We were watching The Rutles with popcorn. That is, we were having popcorn, not them. And I was checking the songs against the ones on our CDs. And I realized how lame something was which I shall reveal to you now.

Looooong ago, I was obsessively looking up Beatles songs on Wikipedia, as I do, and I read something about Ringo’s real name being Richard Starkey on the actual page for the band. This seems irrelevant, but it gets better.

Much more recently, although not within the past month or so, I was listening to the White Album outside my iPod for the first time in…ever, I think. Maybe not quite. Anyway, I was looking at the lyrics for “Don’t Pass Me By”, and it said Starkey under it instead of Lennon/McCartney or Harrison. I spent a moment puzzling over it, but decided it was someone connected to the Beatles who I’ve never heard of.

A week or two later, I was watching The Rutles for the first or second time, and there’s this thing where they say they found their drummer, Barrington Womble (or something), hiding in the van, and had him change his name to save time, so he changed it to Barry Wom. And I was thinking, “Okay, he’s the drummer, so he’s Ringo, and Ringo did change his name. What did he change it from?…Oh, Richard Starkey.” Later in the movie, my mind wanders to the White Album. And:

“OH! I get it now!” Yes, I said that out loud (I think) upon realizing that Ringo had written “Don’t Pass Me By”.

I’m so lame.

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I can has problem?

Okay, so I told you that before, I couldn’t listen to Wings, right? Then I told you about how part of “Too Many People” floated through my head and got me hooked on our one CD for a weekend, yes? Y’know what happened the following week?

I spent three days getting “Band On The Run” out of my head. This seems trivial, sure, but I love that song, yet now I avoid it completely. Why? Two words:

Guilt trip.

Listening to Wings makes me feel guilty. Like I’m betraying my Beatles fandom. Every single time I think of this, I realize how utterly stupid that sounds. And it is stupid.

I can has help?

Tags: Beatles, lame, revelation, Rutles, Starkey, Wikipedia