November 01, 2005

• RATS HAVE RIGHTS!!! and, ostensibly, tights.
• Somehow, this explains why musicians get groupies.
• Of course they sing complex songs when they want a shag. Sheeeit. I could have told you that. They also giggle when you tickle them. Meanwhile, still no cure for fucking cancer. Bring me my gun. Perhaps a cull of useless scientists will induce some kind of 'survival of the fittest' shit in the rest of them to get on with some useful research. /racks slide
• What a lovely story about serenading mice. Best news I've heard all day. It'll do until there's that all elusive cure for cancer. Now put that gun down, ya big lug, let me sooth you with gentle song...
• Ooooooh gross, kitfisto smelled Chyren's phermones. I think the scientists will promise to work a little harder on the cure if you promise to apply that gun towards the 'cure for Bush.' yes, here's to a cancer free future
• ♪♫And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed Singin’ and jingin’ the jango ♪♫ Floatin’ like the heavens above It looks like muskrat love ♫♪
• *scowls at petebest* aaaarghhh, I did *not* need that song going through my head for the rest of the day thankyouverymuch
• maybe you did mothninja . . maybe you did . .
• Perhaps so, but moot point, now, actually, since it is no longer going round and round and round in my head, having been replaced by the damn egg song. ... *cries*
• *shares box of kleenex*
• At least the mice aren't singing "Tiny Bubbles" because once that song gets stuck in your head, you're doomed, doomed, DOOMED! *snarls at coworker still humming damn Don Ho song*
• ♪♫ He took Miss Mouse upon his knee, M-hm, M-hm, He took Miss Mouse upon his knee♫♪ Said "Miss Mouse, will you marry me?" M-hm, M-hm. ♫♪ "Without my Uncle Rat's consent, M-hm, M-hm, Without my Uncle Rat's consent I wouldn't marry the President." M-hm, M-hm. ♫♪ Sweet, sweet mouse love.
• A Windmill In Old Amsterdam A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam A windmill with a mouse in and he wasn't grousin' He sang every morning, "How lucky I am, Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!" Chorus: I saw a mouse! Where? There on the stair! Where on the stair? Right there! A little mouse with clogs on Well I declare! Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair Oh yeah This mouse he got lonesome, he took him a wife A windmill with mice in, it's hardly surprisin' She sang every morning, "How lucky I am, Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!" Chorus First they had triplets and then they had quins A windmill with quins in, and triplets and twins in They sang every morning, "How lucky we are Living in a windmill in Amsterdam, ya!" Chorus The daughters got married and so did the sons The windmill had christ'nin's when no one was list'nin' They all sang in chorus, "How lucky we am Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!" Chorus A mouse lived in a windmill, so snug and so nice There's nobody there now but a whole lot of mice.
• That, Gram'ma, is an ace song. In return, you can all have: "We will find it, we will bind it We will stick it with glue, glue, glue We will stickle it, every little bit of it We will fix it like new, new new."
• a singing reproduction of charlie mouse, available from http://www.character-toys.co.uk/Bagpuss.html
• Did anybody listen to the sound clips? They actually were frickin' amazing.
• Sounded like birds to me. Of course that's 4 octaves low, but there you are.
• That's next year's Ig Nobels sorted out then... mothninja, you voluntarily clicked on the egg song? After 6 months I am still regretting having done that.
• I held my breath I left a bribe of cheese as I whispered in the mousehole, "Music, mousetro, if ye please."
• bees, that's utterly charming. Really made me smile :-)
• Last week, Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me on NPR had sqeeky-voiced mice singing "Let's Get it On" that was cool.