Ukulele Jam #1 - "Your Love" by The Outfield (cover)

I once heard a slowed down version of this song and found it sort of haunting. Decided to take a stab at slowing it down myself.

Also, I absolutely love to fingerpick whenever possible. Enjoy.

Random musings

No Words

There really needs to be a word to describe that feeling you get when you order a foodstuff with cheese on it (like a cheese dog, or a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel), and when it arrives in your eager little hands you pull back the parchment wrapping only to discover:

MOST OF THE FUCKING CHEESE 

STUCK TO THE FUCKING PAPER.

And you want to cry a little because you had so many plans for that cheese.

Plans that had that cheese dirty dancing with scrambled eggs over your tongue and down into the depths of your gutparts.

Plans that included the sweet, sweet combination of salty, beef frank goodness doing love somersaults with melted cheddar straight through your stomach until it reached your large intestine, where they'd continue their journey, tangled up in one another and the deep, deep love they've created until leaping out, fearlessly, hand in hand into a shallow reservoir...to embark on a new journey through the dark tunnel of love that is the Chicago sewer system.


Plans that involved that cheese STAYING ON THE GD SANDWICH.

There needs to be a word for that feeling---that moment---that discovery. Because it is one of the most heartbreaking experiences ever.

Not only that, but you have to remind yourself to be okay with the fact that you are going ram that paper with your whole face while you try to lick off that cheese.

Because you know you totally will.

A New Realization

I've realized that I have no idea how to spell onomatopoeia.

First, as a human with a history of being a pretty strong speller, I found it incredibly frustrating that nowhere in my brain had I ever stored the spelling of that word.

Even though in a spectacularly ridiculous attempt to wow a college professor my senior year, I wrote a poem ENTIRELY IN ONOMATOPOEIA.

Second, I was even more pissed when I thought, "Well, I can certainly count on autocorrect to figure this out for me."

Because I THOUGHT WRONG.

I tried every phonetic spelling I could think of (and I was close) and all I ever got was "No suggestions."

NO SUGGESTIONS?

How can you suggest "chokeberries" when I type in "choc..." as I'm typing the word chocolate?

But I write "otomanapoeia" (I switched the "t" and the "n" folks...not too shabby) and Autocorrect has NO SUGGESTIONS.

Nothing?

Really?

Really.