Inane Chatter

Dance party at my house!  I’m all by myself, dancing like a crazy an eccentric person to an odd but fun mix of the Beatles, the Cars, Dean Martin, selections from the soundtrack to A Mighty Wind, selections from the soundtrack to Sleepless in Seattle, the Living Sisters, some Three Dog Night, and a couple of other things.  Not dance music, you say?  I’m not much of a dancer, I’d say.  My neighbors would probably agree.

So let’s change the subject.  We have a winner!  Yesterday, I asked you fine people to guess to what tune I set the clever and insightful lyrics to “Chilly Toes”.  Three people guessed, one person won.  Before I make the announcement, here’s my rendition.

Jess, come on down!  You’ve won the book of my choice!  That’s right, I stole that melody from “Particle Man” by They Might Be Giants.  I’d never heard of either the song or the band until Tiny Toon Adventures did an episode of music videos.  They started with “Istanbul, Not Constantinople” and went straight into “Particle Man”. Totally weird, but totally great.

Not in the last-minute nerves sense.  In the I-should-be-wearing-slippers sense.  The Wales Tales (I called it a saga earlier, but Mom pointed out that saga is Icelandic, not Welsh.  Not that it matters.  But this is better.) will continue tomorrow.  I needed a break.  I also needed to visit all my blog friends and catch up on what I missed.  I was almost two weeks behind!  That’s like 10 years in internet time.  Of course, an hour and a half in one evening is not long enough to completely catch up, but I’ve made a start.  Now I’m going to take my chilly toes to bed.

Chilly toes, chilly toes

Why so cold?  Nobody knows.

If they could stretch, they might touch your nose.

Chilly toes.

What tune am I singing that to?  Guess right and I’ll send you a book.  What book?  It’s a surprise.