Saturday, July 30, 2011

Went to go see Cowboys & Aliens--despite the relatively poor reviews--with my family today.

It is in my top three of the year.


Now mind you, I've seen a total of four movies released this year. So really, that means nothing. Really, it was one of those movies that was pretty much a small distraction while I thought about everything else I would have done differently.

For instance, I would not have an advanced and technologically superior group of individuals to a couple of cowboys and indians carrying guns and spears. Unless if the main character has s***tons of charisma. Then you can pretty much forgive anything.

Also, you know when a minor character gets injured, and the main character comes by and cradles the minor character's head hoping to help the injured character, only to see that the dude is dying, but not before the character rattles off some words of encouragement that will then most likely inspire the main character to overcome all odds? Yeah... I wouldn't do that. Or if I did, I'd have the main character pick the guy up, hear him say "I'm dying", and then immediately drop him and move on to killing bad guys.

Also, if my main character's loved one dies horrifically (either during the movie or right before the film's events take place), I would not have him wanting to get inside the leading lady SO EFFING CLOSE to your wife's death. (This movie wasn't really that bad with it... but it flirted with the issue. Braveheart mainly is the one that springs to mind whenever something like this happens in stories (which is one of the movie's lesser problems, but still manages to piss me off.))

Also, if I'm forced to have an obligatory kid in a movie otherwise completely populated by adults, I'm going to have the kid die. Which might be really cruel, but if you're going to manipulate emotion and always have a kid put out there in danger... you might as well go all the way with it once every so often.

There were others that I was thinking about during the movie, but have promptly forgotten in the hours since I was at the theater. I guess I shouldn't say that the movie was "bad"... but rather quite boring and ensconced in the usual Hollywood tropes. So yeah...

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

You know... why can't the Vikings go after a quarterback that I *like* for a change?

I'm assuming that after Donovan has a go with the team for two years, our QB situation will be something like this:

-2013: Ponder starts... fails miserably.
-2014-2015: 38-39 year old Peyton Manning!
-2016: Another failed rookie.
-2017-2018: Eli Manning, in his prime 36/37 years!
-2019-2020: Jay Cutler!
-2021-2022: Failed rookies.
-2023: 40 year old Aaron Rodgers, of course.

Of course, I'd support the team regardless... (because I'm an idiot)

(For the record, if this deal doesn't go through and I look back on this post in a year's time and have no clue what I'm talking about, this is about the Donovan McNabb-to-the-Vikings rumors that popped up on July 26th, 2011. This was the day after the NFL lockout ended. It was a month long ordeal where the owners and players were squabbling over 9 billion dollars of revenue.)

Monday, July 25, 2011




... never really left in the first place!

And we missed exactly zero games over the course of this lockout!



Sunday, July 24, 2011

Been listening to a lot of Van Morrison recently.


1) Astral Weeks is a pretty magnificent record. I don't know if it just came down to wrong time and place, but I think I tried giving this a listen a couple years ago and it didn't register at all. I was wrong, you see.

It's hard to describe, but the songs themselves aren't really impressive on paper. Starts off with acoustic strumming, a couple verses... and then it's just a bunch of improvisation. But I don't know what happened with these sessions, but it works... amazingly. There's this impressive amount of space that allows everything to develop organically and beautifully, and by the end you're not sure what exactly it is that is so affective, but nonetheless it is.

I am, however a sucker for nice string arrangements.

(This song is about 3 minutes too long, but screw it.)

2) His next album Moondance is almost as good.

It's really weird. I knew I've heard a lot of these songs many, many times. But what I didn't anticipate is that I'm pretty sure I've heard every single one of these songs on a radio multiple times before. Maybe it's one of those albums--like Boston's self titled debut--that is both strong throughout and in line with the typical classic rock sound that they throw every song into their rotation.

It's not bad. I mean, I've heard Moondance a million times, and Caravan, And It Stoned Me, and Into The Mystic hundreds of times. And the songs I haven't heard hundreds of times... feel as if I have. But I guess somehow they sound a little fresh compiled in a nice, cohesive album format. I don't know.

3) As much as I love these two albums... I love stupid and silly crap even more. So... the next song might make me happier than any other song.

This is from Van Morrison's contractual obligation album, wherein right before releasing Astral Weeks he went into a record studio and tossed off 31 songs in about 31 minutes in order to settle a dispute with his record company. It was never released.

Song titles include "Want A Danish," "You Say France And I Whistle," "Hold On George," "Here Comes Dumb George," "Goodbye George," "Dum Dum George," "Blow In Your Nose," and "Nose In Your Blow." It's pretty great. And by that, I mean "I derive a lot of enjoyment out of it, although I'm certain that most everyone definitely would not."

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

This has probably been the song I've listened to the most over the past year.


...of course, this wasn't my choice necessarily.

I visit thrift stores pretty much regularly, looking for the various crap I collect. And pretty much every single store plays Cities 97... or 102.9 Lite FM... or whatever. Really, if you go to any store that decides to pipe in easily digestible music, you're going to hear a lot of these stations. You can't avoid them, honestly.

Anyway, these two stations have a playlist that consists of about 12 songs. The above song is one of those featured. There was a point in which I was convinced that every single time I stepped into a store, I would hear this song. I'm not even completely dismissing the idea right now. But in any case, I hate the living s*** out of the song--not that it's the band's fault... but after about the 86th listen it didn't have any chance.

I just found out that the band that recorded this is Pearl Jam. Which is good, because I thought that the lead singer was doing a bad Eddie Vedder impression. Reminds me of the story about Charlie Chaplin getting 2nd place in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest. At best, Eddie Vedder would get 4th in an Eddie Vedder-sound-alike contest for this song here.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I've been playing a bit (read: all day) with Spotify, which is the music streaming service that has debuted in the US to great fanfare. Apparently it's pretty big in Europe, and with a bunch of people clamoring for invites and whatnot, I decided to sign-up my email to wait for them to send me an invite. Got it yesterday.

I signed up for the "free" service... which is free & unlimited now, but apparently a free account's usage will be capped at some point. Which isn't really a big deal for me... I mean, I have given hundreds of dollars to Netflix over the years for being more convenient than illegally acquiring TV programs/movies, so I am willing to see if the service is worth 5 bucks a month (or 10... if I'm really enamored) to continue on with unlimited music, PLUS no ads. Which is actually the biggest con so far. Here are some more.

-Had a bunch of problems getting songs to play, which I eventually fixed by "starring the songs". But once there was an ad that wouldn't play. And you can't really skip ads. So yeah... my speakers sat silent for 30 long minutes.

-Whipping Post from the album At Fillmore East by the Allman Brothers = not available. I'm assuming it's not available because it's 30 minutes long and the band didn't want such a long song featured on the service (not sure if I even really want to hear a 30 minute version Whipping Post, but I'd like the option...). I checked other 30 plus minute songs I knew of, thinking that maybe a lot of bands would lack those songs, but they all seemed to be available. Nonetheless, it's not necessarily as *complete* of a song library as I would possibly like.

-The Wikipedia article states that compensation for independent artists is almost non-existent. So... uhh, if I'm paying money for this thing and I listen to stuff from a smaller label, I'm not really supporting them in anyway. This is just a minor quibble, however... as it is much more important that I am really cheap.

-The absolute worst, however, is the ads. Again, if I were to pay any amount for this thing, the ads would disappear... and I understand why they are here for the free account. But the problem is that the ads are pretty much just random snippets of songs from major label artists--which is I suppose because they don't want to you to realize you're listening to an ad, and to discover that you actually the song and thus seek it out.

The problem is that I'm listening to They Might Be Giants' self-titled debut, and everything is fine, and a song ends. And the next song that plays is some shitty hip hop song. I don't know who Pitbull is, but forcing me to listen to his stuff while trying to listen to an album that has no musical common ground with the ad is not making me more likely to contribute any money your way.

It'd be completely acceptable if you were to just start off the ad sounding like an ad--with a voice stating the product they're about to pitch or whatever. But it just goes straight for the music, and--just, believe me, it's annoying.

-It's much cleaner than Grooveshark, which had worked for me in terms of streaming free music but made it a pain to find anything.

-The player itself is pretty nice too. Pretty easy to save music you want to keep a hand on, to find music similar to stuff you're already listening to, and it uploads your entire library from iTunes, in case you're feeling lazy and don't want to exert the 0.0001 calories it would take to boot that up. Still not as good as iTunes, but it's more decent than I was expecting.

-It allows me to listen to music very easily that I otherwise didn't have easy access to.

I mean, this is an obvious positive. But still. It's nice. I decided to go with a large serving of 80's music.

I tried to resist the temptation of including YouTube videos, but I'm caving in. I'm sorry. Here's what I've been listening to:

The aforementioned They Might Be Giants (just pretend this video's 2 1/2 minutes long, and you're just listening to the first song):


The Dukes Of Stratosphear (well... this is just XTC under a different name, but still.):

The Jam:

So I suppose signing up for the free account is worth it. Not exactly sure if I'm going to continue with it once they start capping the amount I can listen to...

Damnit, the ad isn't playing again, which means I can't listen to anything else.

I'm sort of tempted to give them $5 right now so I won't have to deal with this problem again...

No, Alex... that's a stupid idea.

Monday, July 18, 2011

You know what's cool?

Not Minnesota.

Because it's hot. Really, really, really hot. Remember when there was 20 inches of snow back in December, and people would make some stupid comment about the weather disproving global warming, and then you'd have to explain that one extreme day of weather does not disprove the overall pattern of the Earth getting hotter?

Yeah. I f***ing hate global warming.

That's all I have to say, really.

I'm sitting in the library.

Here's my ranking of the Hitchcock movies I've seen. Why? Because.

1. Rope
2. Psycho
3.. Rear Window
4. Strangers On A Train
5. The Lady Vanishes
6. Rebecca
7. North By Northwest
8. Vertigo
9. Dial M For Murder
10. Notorious

Although I need to see 7, 8 and 10 again. Other than that, I'm not going to explain why things are where they are. They just are. Deal with it.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

I'm going to give you a timeline of events that have taken place over the past month or so:

Around June 15th: my mom and my brother drive down to Texas in order to spend time with my sister and her kids.
June 18th: it is decided that my sick aunt in North Carolina is going to move back to Minnesota in order to essentially die. It is determined that she will be staying at our house. My mom has tentative plans to start driving for North Carolina on the 23rd.
June 22nd: aunt is rushed to the hospital. It is not good. Mom rushes to get on the next available flight, leaving my brother and the car in Texas.
June 23rd: my aunt dies. Mom does not make it in time. One of aunt's wishes is to be buried in Minnesota, so my mom and our pastor drive all the way up from North Carolina with the dead body in the back (their car breaks down along the way.)
June 25th: with one of the cars down in Texas, and my sister not comfortable driving across the country with two small kids as the only legal adult... my dad flies down in order to drive the car, my brother, my sister and my nephews up. They stay in my room.
July 1-2: visitation, funeral happens. We get through it.
July 7th: my mother and father drive my sister and her kids back down to Texas. I get my room back (I've spent maybe two nights sleeping in here since then, I'd wager.)
July 10th: my mother and father drive back up from Texas, and arrive home on this day... which means that finally, life can resume in its normal order.

July 12th: one of my sister's closer friends--and my mom's friend's son--a marine in Afghanistan--is killed. I knew him--can't say that we were close, but he used to come over to our house a lot with his family. He was pretty scrawny (although, he was 12 at the time... but still), and I can't really picture him as a Marine. In any case, my sister and him were really close (and apparently she was his power of attorney too...), and I know that it's hard for her as well as the rest of the family. So all around, it's pretty terrible.

Now the plan is this: my mom (who... to recap: drove to Texas, only to fly to North Carolina on moment's notice, drove back to Minnesota with a dead body in the back, then drove to and from Texas again) is now going to fly down to Texas in order to pick up my sister and her kids... who are going to drive straight back up here for the funeral, merely a week after getting the hell out of here and trying to move on after the first funeral.

July 13th: I wake up and turn on the news to see my neighbor's house on fire. No one is hurt, which is good, but... still. Of course this would happen.


And so, the end result for me is this: we have three pretty terrible and tragic situations that completely suck and I wouldn't want to happen to anyone... we put them all together into a very short time frame, and now I can't help but find the entire ordeal just a little bit comical.

This might make me a bad person, I don't know. Or maybe it's just my way of coping with this sort of situation (I suppose it has precedent, too... which I guess I shouldn't get into in order to avoid making this any darker... forget I even wrote this). But this is all weird, right?

It's the fire that really gets me. I mean, logically, it has little connection to us (I don't even know if we know the family... it's one of our backyard neighbors), but given what has happened... it kind of seems like God's twisted idea of the proverbial cherry on top.


This seems weird, right?

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

For some reason I got it into my head that it'd be a great idea for me to listen to all of Weird Al's polka medleys consecutively. Which... you know, aside from the fact that each medley had a bunch of different covers on it, meant that I was listening to essentially the same song for an hour.

Then I got the great idea that I'd put this time to use and try to rank all 11 of his polka medleys. Not that I have any expertise in polka, nor ranking songs that sound pretty much all the same. But what the hey.

(Not included is the song "Polkamon", because it's not actually a medley. But I'd rank it third overall if we were just ranking his "polka" songs.)

I'm going to do this in chronological order, because ranking them right away seems like too much of an effort.

"Polkas On 45"

This is the first polka medley, released on his second album "In 3D." And you'd think it's got a bit of an advantage because it's pretty just straight classic rock songs, instead of the more standard "whatever the hell's popular at the time" medleys. Which... since the songs here are better than pretty much every other medley's collection of songs, means that it has to be one of his better ones. But for some reason his singing here kind of annoys me (at least during the Hey Jude/LA Woman segment), and takes away some of the enjoyment. But the "Hey Joe" portion is pretty great, and he makes the song "Hot Blooded" both more ridiculous and better than the original version. So that's good.

"Hooked On Polkas"

This starts the trend to just basically include whatever's popular at the time. Which shows its problems immediately with "State Of Shock", a song by Mick Jagger and Michael Jackson, a song I'm assuming that's been completely forgotten by time (at least I haven't heard it.) So the 80s' medleys are probably going to have their fair share of dated and obscure songs, this one obviously included. But those songs here actually seem quite catchy and enjoyable (at least in polka medley form, where you can keep the catchy chorus and screw the rest of the song.) Plus Sharp Dressed Man here is aces. 99 Luftballons could have been a lot longer, though. I mean, the song's in German... it could have been its own song.

"Polka Party"

The only polka medley to lend its title to the album as well! Which I suppose is important... unfortunately, the songs are more obscure than the previous one, and unlike the last one none of them seem interesting enough for me to track them down to hear the original. Plus, it seems as if some of the songs I do know aren't translated very well into polka form (Rock Me Amadeus, I'm looking at you.) Highlights: Say You, Say Me by Lionel Richie, and Shout by Tears For Fears. Everything else I could do without.

"Hot Rocks Polka"

OK, so the last one wasn't so hot. But this one... well, I considered it for a while to be my favorite Weird Al song (might still be, but I'm not going to try and debate that right now.) Anyway, this is the only polka to only be dedicated to the songs of one artist (Bohemian Polka is a little different) as this features nothing but Rolling Stones songs. Now, I like the Rolling Stones... so I like this song. If you're not keen on them... I'm not assuming you'll be enthused with this one. But nonetheless, it seems like a much more focused and consistent medley, as instead of jumping from ZZ Top to Tina Turner, you've got one consistent sound throughout. Also, the segue from the last line of Ruby Tuesday to Miss You is quite inspired. Otherwise, everything is a highlight... but again, I like the Rolling Stones, so...

"Polka Your Eyes Out"

(forgive the poor editing on the video... I can't be bothered to find another video of this song.)

We're back to songs that are obviously dated to their time. Which *would* be a mark against the song... if the songs weren't just completely ridiculous. Pump Up The Jam? Unbelievable? Cherry Pie? I Touch Myself? Ice Ice Baby? What the hell were people thinking? In any case, they're all kind of stupid enough to lend themselves really well to polka versions (and Cherry Pie has what I believe to be the greatest polka drum solo in it... although granted the number of polka drum solos I can think of is limited to one). Also, most of these songs feature pretty explicit sexual overtones. So if you're ever thinking that a polka medley might get you in the mood... this is the one.

"Bohemian Polka"

OK. So TECHNICALLY, this isn't actually a medley... but it's listed in the Wikipedia article of Weird Al medleys, and Wikipedia of course can never lie. So there. Anyway... it's pretty clear that this is the first full-song polka cover for Weird Al, and like the Rolling Stones, it works because it has a consistent theme throughout. Here, it takes the bombastic operatics of the original song and wringing out its inherent ridiculousness. Especially love the way he makes the "mama, just killed a man" portion out to be the most comical moment of the song. In terms of execution, this is probably Weird Al at his best and his most inspired. But... I like the Rolling Stones more than Queen, so I'm probably always going to slightly prefer that one.

"Alternative Polka"

So it's another assembly of popular songs at the time, but it works *extremely* well. This is because the whole set is devoted to the Alternative music that was popular at the time (well... sort of, as this includes Sheryl Crow for some reason... but we'll be forgiving), and gives the whole thing another consistent theme. This time, it's taking the angst and gloom of alternative and juxtaposing it with its complete opposite in polka (although... again, Sheryl Crow really isn't all that angsty, but we're still forgiving.) It picks the perfect song to start off with in Beck's Loser, is great and disturbing with NIN's Closer... and well, it's all pretty good. Except Sheryl Crow. But that's OK!

"Polka Power"

This might be a little biased, since for better or worse these are the songs that were popular when I was growing up. No concept here (just the usual collecting of popular songs), but at least I know all the songs, which is the first for a random assortment medley since the first one, most likely. I don't know if it's really great, since most of the songs are kind of terrible. But since most of these medleys are just time capsules of what's popular at the time--and this is the one that matches up to my formative years, I feel like it's my duty to at least somewhat like this one.

"Angry White Boy Polka"

So this is the follow-up of sorts to Alternative Polka, in that most of the selections are of the angst and brooding sort. But instead of the alternative stuff, we're mostly treated to the nu-metal of Staind, Limp Bizkit and others. So... it's not as good, to say the least. I mean, if you're starting off your medley with Papa Roach... that's not a good sign. At the very least, though... Weird Al seems to pull out some musical value out of most of these songs. And Chop Suey at least lends itself very well to polka form.


This is where it sort of goes off the deep end. It starts with the Chicken Dance, Let's Get It Started, and ends with a bunch of songs I've never heard. So in essence, Top 40's relative crappiness has caught up with Al. It also shoehorns a couple of indie songs into it, which I supposed is welcome, but then you get songs like Feel Good Inc. followed by the Pussycat Dolls. What the hell? Anyway, it's not his best... and I guess you can blame it on Top 40. But I think if there was ever a time to come up with small concepts for these medleys, it'd be now... so maybe he's just phoning it in or something.

"Polka Face"

I suppose changing the lyrics of Poker Face is kind of amusing, and that Tik Tok lends itself pretty well to polka form. But it's more in the vein of the last medley, which is not a good sign. And apparently pop music has come to the point where the choruses consist of simply repeating the title of song over and over again (main offenders: Womanizer, Baby, Replay, Down, Break Your Heart). Also included is a cover version of the song "You Spin Me Round (Like A Record)" (which might be the best pure cheesy 80's pop song I can think of), which somehow makes me yearn for the pop music of the 80's. And I might not have told you this, but I've always considered the 80's to be the worst decade in terms of music. Am I wrong? Are we now living through the worst period?

God. Now I'm a little depressed.

Anyway, here's the rankings.

1. Hot Rocks Polka
2. Bohemian Polka
3. Alternative Polka
4. Polka Your Eyes Out
5. Hooked On Polkas
6. Polkas On 45
7. Angry White Boy Polka
8. Polka Power
9. Polka Party
10. Polkarama
11. Polka Face

I guess you can switch it around if you're more into Queen than the Rolling Stones. Or if you're into 00's pop... I guess you could just reverse the order of the list. Or just make your own.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

I always feel conflicted whenever I hear about a US soccer team doing well in a tournament or something similar.

On one hand: I am from the US, and thus have been trained to cheer for the country I live in for pretty much anything (sporting events, world population totals, race to the moon... or whatever.)

On the other hand: Americans (myself mostly included) couldn't give two flying s***s about soccer, so why should I cheer for an American soccer team when a country like Brazil would appreciate the victory about 100% more? 100% might be a low figure, too.

So I've decided right now that I'm rooting for either Sweden or Japan to win the Women's World Cup. Which is more because I like both countries rather than they would appreciate winning more... but they would nonetheless. So there.

And now you know my opinion on this important matter.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Completely inappropriately, and rather ignorantly most likely, I'm just gonna go ahead and say this anyway. The eight-year-old in me is rather upset that South Sudan is now being recognized as a new nation.

My uncle is from Sudan. I knew nothing about the country in 1995 except three things: 1) my uncle was from there, 2) it's right under Egypt, and 3) it was the largest African country. That last tidbit became my go-to factoid whenever someone asked me about the country, and since I was rather into geography back in the day and for some reason obsessed with size (i.e. I was upset when I realized that Canada was bigger than the US and that some so-called experts also considered China bigger that the US (it isn't). Also, it annoyed me extremely that Alaska was considered bigger than Texas... until I got another map that gave Alaska more room than the small top left corner spot it usually was in), I guess it became a source of pride. Like, my uncle was from the largest country in Africa, and that was pretty cool and all.

Now it's not the largest African country. Which is OK, you know, because... having more land than Algeria isn't actually more important than the reasons why the South declared independence.

I would say that I'd have to figure out my new go-to factoid for the country in case my uncle comes up in conversation and people don't know anything about the country. But... I guess I'm not talking to eight-year-olds anymore, so I think I'll be OK.

(And... now you will never have to hear my opinion on relevant and important news developments ever again.)

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Every once in a while, I get profoundly bored. This happens usually whenever I've fully concentrated my time and energy on various activities (listen to all the albums I've had on my backburner, watch everything I haven't seen in some director's filmography... this sort of thing), only to realize that these are just things to do to occupy all the free time I have, and that these activities have no real meaningful purpose. This occurs every once in a while. Usually when it happens, I reevaluate everything and try to figure out a project/activity that might be more substantial.


That is a lie. Most of the time I usually just complain about it. And then find something stupid to do.

For instance, I've been thinking recently about completely revamping my "favorite albums of all time" list. Which is pretty much pointless, since a) the only reason I'd really be doing it is because I like playing with lists, and b) perhaps a total of two people would have much interest in it (you know... the two people that read this). But I was thinking about reevaluating everything, going through what my original list was to determine whether or not I actually hold it in that high of regard... that sort of thing.

This is the type of activity I'll probably find myself pouring needless hours into now that I'm having my occasional crisis.

Another thing I've been thinking about is trying to complete another screenplay. (I guess I intend it to be for television, so it's really a teleplay... we'll just call it a script.) But it's actually something that I've started writing and subsequently failed to finish on two separate occasions. And the script I completed was just a different story with the same characters from the aborted scripts. I'm not really excited to restart this, but I thought of a better beginning... although I still lack a middle and end. So essentially this probably won't solve anything.

I was trying to figure out today why I was continuing on with this site. I think I keep writing just because I hope that eventually I'll find that niche that'll give me a sense of direction, and then exploit that as far and as much as I can. It hasn't really happened yet. I thought about maybe restarting with a different site, just in case a simple web relocation does wonders... but, it won't. So screw it.

There's not a lot of point to this. There's not a lot of point to pretty much anything I write nowadays, although really I'm not too broken up about it. I hope the two of you don't mind too much either.


Here's a song.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

This song closes out the first part of George Harrison's All Things Must Pass. (I would say that it closes out the first LP, but... in this day and age, I suppose that albums don't exist as "double" or "triple" albums that this was considered to be back in the day, but rather just long albums hanging out on your iPod, I suppose.)

In any case, I hadn't listened to the album in a really long while. It's good. It's long, and sort of monotonous. But that's a good thing, sometimes. After a long weekend like this, I needed something that's both somewhat melancholic and also hopeful. And this gives it to me for about 2 hours. It's perfect right now.

I had forgotten about the song posted over the course of the years since my last listen. I remember most of the album, or at least the famous stuff (My Sweet Lord, What Is Life) and the stuff I really liked (Isn't It A Pity (which is, for the record, the best non-Beatles Beatles song), Art Of Dying), but somehow Run Of The Mill slipped my mind.

I suppose that's alright, though. One of the best feelings going through something you haven't played for years is finding something you've dismissed or forgotten to be actually extremely enjoyable. Or at least it feels good right now. I guess, really, that it's not the *best* song George has ever written, and I can suppose why I might not have remembered it. But it's comforting at the moment. So screw it.

It's been a long day.