Today's message from the universe is regarding birds.
I've had "El Cóndor Pasa" as an earworm for most of the day. The soundtrack of my childhood, courtesy of WPAT Easy 93. My father's business radio was always set to that station when my grandfather was working.
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This morning, my brother-in-law was listening the local rock station playing Alice In Chains's "Rooster". I believed "Yeah, you know here comes the rooster" was a
mondegreen. Nope, they're talking cock. Biblical cock, not Ron Jeremy cock.
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My wife related some morning drama with our cat, Handsome Pete. He's a very large, confident, indoor-outdoor cat. He decided to chase down a chipmunk much to the ire of three blue jays. While Pete carried Chip like a kitten, the blue jays were dive bombing him 'til the little critter was able to scamper off to safety. Wifey went outside with a broom to help defend her feline husband.
What could these unrelated coincidences mean? Probably nothing. But my friend Jaybird hasn't been on Facebook in some time. I've sent him a few things about the Fallout 4 announcement and they've remained unread. Reckon I oughta email him, or see if his mail-order Canadian bride has the 411 to share on LiveJournal.