No matter where I go, there I am

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Each of the lyrics comes from an old-time hickory song for fiddles, and is a lyric from that corresponding song.

"Fire on the Mountain" --> "Fire on the Mountain, run boys run"

Fire On The Mountain - Fiddle Player POV

"The House of the Rising Sun" --> "The Devil's in the house of the rising sun"

House of the Rising Sun

"Ida Red" --> "Chicken in the bread pan peckin' out dough"

Ida Red - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

"Granny Will Your Dog Bite" --> "Granny does your dog bite? 'No child, no'."

FTC #149 Granny Will Your Dog Bite

And for your furthered education, The Mountain Whipporwill.

in a time before things like radios and record players, every time you heard music was because there was somebody in the room with you playing an instrument. and many, many, many social events involved dancing, which requires music. so, if you're planning any kind of gathering in the american south or appalachia, you need to find a fiddler. and the fiddler's job is to play music that everybody knows and likes and can dance to.

the mistake The Devil makes in his bet with Johnny is that he misinterprets the contest as being about technical ability, so he has this big flashy song. he plays fast and impressively with a band of demons playing unfamiliar instruments in unfamiliar rhythms. he's definitely more skilled at playing than Johnny, and thinks he has it in the bag.

This episode was a few years later, but I wonder if one of the writers for it hadn't recently read Night Watch:

He didn't do it.

The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.

Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?

Cop 1: "All right! We found the guy who shot that insurance executive at the McDonalds."

Cop 2: "We should search his bag ... for a BOMB!"

Cop 1: "Why would he have a bomb instead of a gun?"

Cop 2: "STFU! And don't bother evacuating the McDonalds for this bomb scare."

Cop 2: "Okay, all I found in his bag was a notebook. No bomb. You take him down to the station. I'll be right behind."

Cop 2 turns off bodycam, makes a stop to meet another cop, and passes evidence between them without a clear and impartial record of what they were doing with it.

Cop 3, at the station: "Let's empty out this previously searched bag and inventory everything in it. Okay, still no bomb, but now we found a gun!"

Even if you take the cops at their word, even if you believe they are being 100% completely honest, the fact that they searched a bag for a bomb, determined that no bomb was in it, but missed a gun means that even Barney Fife would tell them they're goddamned morons.

Timothy Zahn wrote a few more pre-Disney Star Wars novels; I don't remember the Hand of Thrawn pair as being all that great, but I did like Outbound Flight. Death Star was also enjoyable.

The test they're going to be using in 2026, the SRY gene test, is the exact same test they were using in 1992 and 1996.

I asked him which show he was talking about.

"All of them".

Name one. Just one.

"I don't know man, I don't watch TV."

About six months after that he walked up and proudly gave me an answer to that question. "Netflix made Joe Exotic's boyfriend gay in Tiger King."

Okay Jeff, first off - gay and transgender are not the same thing. Secondly, Netflix did not make Joe's boyfriend gay. Him being Joe's boyfriend in real life made him gay.

I'm not sure he ever figured out that Joe is also gay.

Doing a final project in my stats class, we have to pick a subject and collect data on it. We need at least 100 data points, and I figured this blog is big enough that a poll on here could get to that pretty easily!

Doing my project on if it’s more likely to be born in certain months :]

It might be more interesting to go all the way down to individual dates.

Or, in my case, potentially horrifying.

NEGLECTED MURDERESSES SERIES

Angelica Transome — so disposed of her infant brother that he was not found until many years later (Nether Postlude, 1889).

Miss Elspeth Lipsleigh — eventually succeeded in causing the death of Arthur Glumm in Towage Regis, 1892.

Nurse J. Rosebeetle — tilted her employer out of the wheelchair and over the cliff at Sludgemouth in 1898.

Mrs. Fledaway — laced her husband's tea with atropine in the spring of 1903 at Locusts, near Puddingbasin, Mortshire.

Sarah Jane (“Batears”) Olafsen — hacked to collops nineteen loggers between March 1904 and November 1907 in and around Bindweed, Oregon.

Madame Galoche — in May 1911 added a tin of insecticide to a potate purée Crécy aux perles at the soup kitchen she operated for the indigent of Berchem-Sainte-Agathe, Belgium.

Miss Emily Toastwater — smothered her father after evening prayers, London S. W. 7 (1916).

Mrs. Daisy Sallow — eviscerated her daughter-in-law with a No. 7 hook afterwards crotcheting, over the course of three evenings her shroud in snowflake pattern (1921).

Natasha Batti-Loupstein — pulverized a paste necklace and sprinkled it over a tray of canapés, Villa Libellule, Nice, 1923.

Lady Violet Natheless — strangeled the hon. Opal Gentian at Gilravage Hall on Midsummer's Eve, 1925.

Lettice Finding — shot Edgar Cutlet, whose mistress she was, during the interval of a touring repertory company production of Rosmersholm in Manchester 1934.

Miss Q. P. Urkheimer — brained her fiancé after failing to pick up an easy spare at Glover's Lane's, Poxville, Kansas, 1936.

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But either way, logger #20 must have gotten the message to stop making fun of her ears.

And let me tell you; toilet paper is important. Guys were trying to make their own by repeatedly scrunching up notebook paper in the (it turns out vain) hopes it wouldn't tear their assholes. Socks were being flushed into plumbing that probably dated to before the war. A couple guys had anticipated this and bought baby wipes on one of the rare trips to the PX, and defended their hoards like Smaug himself.