Necessary distractions
You know those days, the days - rare, but significant - when you don't back up the work you've done. And overnight a gremlin creeps onto the memory card and corrupts your latest file, your newest chapter, the one that you spent most time on?
Well, it's been one of those days. 900 words of the 1100 or so words I did yesterday went AWOL. I have been able to recover them, after a fashion, but they are mixed in with lots of system gobbledygook that now has to be wiped off again. It will probably be easier to just retype it, assuming I can ignore the gobbledygook and do it. But at least they aren't totally gone, just somewhat mangled.
So, in light of that - and because a person needs to leaven forays into Greek tragedy with something a bit less harrowing - I bring you a bit of nonsense, suggested by The Onlie Begetter of These verses, The Avocado Of Death - aka
avocadovpx - who penned the inimitable "Bovine Tornado Blues" recently.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you:
I put out my green bin
Jus' the other day,
Kids threw in a bottle,
And the bin men wouldn't take it away,
Oh, I got the blues, man
I got those old, wheelie-bin blues
'Cause my green bin wasn't emptied,
And it's two weeks before it's next due.
*guitar riff*
So I emptied my green bin,
Put the waste in the black,
Put it out a week later,
But the bin men, they didn't come back.
Oh, I got the blues, man
I got those old, wheelie-bin blues,
'Cause my bin's really smelling now,
And that ain't what a girl wants to do.
So I phoned up the council,
They said, "Say what you like.
We can't empty your bin, ma'am,
'Cause the bin men have all gone on strike."
Oh, I got the blues, man
I got those old, wheelie-bin blues.
Had a full bin six weeks, now.
"Desperate negotiations" headlining the news.
Even when the strike was over,
Well, what did they say,
"We know it's black bin week,
But you put yours out on the wrong day."
Oh, I got the blues, man
I got those old wheelie-bin blues.
Changed the day without written notice.
I'm getting a lawyer and I'm gonna sue.
*guitar riff and close*
LIGHTS OUT
Well, it's been one of those days. 900 words of the 1100 or so words I did yesterday went AWOL. I have been able to recover them, after a fashion, but they are mixed in with lots of system gobbledygook that now has to be wiped off again. It will probably be easier to just retype it, assuming I can ignore the gobbledygook and do it. But at least they aren't totally gone, just somewhat mangled.
So, in light of that - and because a person needs to leaven forays into Greek tragedy with something a bit less harrowing - I bring you a bit of nonsense, suggested by The Onlie Begetter of These verses, The Avocado Of Death - aka
avocadovpx - who penned the inimitable "Bovine Tornado Blues" recently.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you:
I put out my green bin
Jus' the other day,
Kids threw in a bottle,
And the bin men wouldn't take it away,
Oh, I got the blues, man
I got those old, wheelie-bin blues
'Cause my green bin wasn't emptied,
And it's two weeks before it's next due.
*guitar riff*
So I emptied my green bin,
Put the waste in the black,
Put it out a week later,
But the bin men, they didn't come back.
Oh, I got the blues, man
I got those old, wheelie-bin blues,
'Cause my bin's really smelling now,
And that ain't what a girl wants to do.
So I phoned up the council,
They said, "Say what you like.
We can't empty your bin, ma'am,
'Cause the bin men have all gone on strike."
Oh, I got the blues, man
I got those old, wheelie-bin blues.
Had a full bin six weeks, now.
"Desperate negotiations" headlining the news.
Even when the strike was over,
Well, what did they say,
"We know it's black bin week,
But you put yours out on the wrong day."
Oh, I got the blues, man
I got those old wheelie-bin blues.
Changed the day without written notice.
I'm getting a lawyer and I'm gonna sue.
*guitar riff and close*
LIGHTS OUT