So, I have this nice newly-furnished screen porch, and the weather is very pleasant, and this naturally leads to me sitting out here surfing and reading and eating lunch on the weekends and nice stuff like that.
This has in turn lead to the interesting discovery that my neighborhood must have an ice cream truck. An ice cream truck that plays “When the saints come marching in” over and over and over and over and…
At first, I thought one of the neighborhood kids had taken up the recorder and was practicing the same song over and over. Then I realized there was a doppler effect at work– the music would randomly get much louder from time to time. I realized it must be an ice cream truck.
How cool is that, that there’s an ice cream truck in my neighborhood? Once again, I feel as if I am living in Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. Well, some combination of Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers Neighborhood.
On the other hand, how annoying is it to listen to “When the saints come marching in” over and over, every time I use my screen porch during daylight hours? Well… it’s pretty annoying.
Hey, at least I smell nice. Today’s BPAL: Nuclear Winter.