It’s difficult to touch a classic, especially one by Queen, and actually do a good job covering the song. One such song is by The Flaming Lips (one of my favorite bands of all time) doing a cover of Bohemian Rhapsody. If there’s one band in the whole world who could do the song justice, The Flaming Lips are it, and I’m glad to see them do it. The video and more information on the cover can be read at Stereogum. Enjoy it below:
Are you a fan of Queen? Do you love Freddy Mercury? Get your own microphone and practice your skills. Start your own band with a drum set and guitar. You will be singing Bohemian Rhapsody in no time.
By far the funniest comedy television show I’ve ever seen is Arrested Development. It was cut short after 3 seasons by Fox. Someone put together a tribute to all 3 seasons, showing the funniest scenes in each one. I had bought the DVD of all three seasons and it has given me lots of laugh since. Here are the tributes:
When I’m in a bad mood, I tend to read news headlines, and then I think up sarcastic responses to those headlines without actually reading the articles. I’m not sure why I do this, really. Although I do have to admit I use sarcasm as a defense mechanism and for humor, which can lead to both good and bad results.
Here’s some examples of headlines and my responses, taken from digg.com:
One Day War in Iraq Would Feed 20,000,000 Children for One Year - Liberals that whine about war donating $1 just once would feed 100,000,000 children for one year.
Cannabis extract shrinks brain tumours - Shrinks the brain, too!
High school student builds fusion reactor - Threatens parents with a mini-nuclear explosion the next time they ground him.
Teen killed after affair with teacher; husband charged - Lesson: Older women are deadly lovers.
Cats tongue up close - Because a close-up shot of the pussy’s lips is all that matters in life.
For as long as I can remember, I get emails from people that misinterpret my posts on this site. For example, someone assumed I was a dentist because of the posts I’ve made recently about my oral surgery, and she wanted answers I couldn’t give. Just now I had to delete a comment from someone who gave sensitive business information, believing that I am Dell’s Customer Support because I made a post about my Dell LCD monitor.
Another person thought I worked for AOL because of a post, ironically enough, where I heavily trashed AOL for their craptacular service. My motto is educate, educate, educate. I know not everyone is proficient with computers and the internet, so I’m always polite to these people, trying to be as helpful as I can. I just find it a bit amusing, that’s all.
Now with all that said, I’d like to talk about lesbian psychology …
I woke up this morning with a nasty fever, and a killer headache to boot. I’ve come to realize that I’ve been getting headaches due to my Pepsi/caffeine withdrawal, which isn’t making my recovering any more fun. The fever seems to be fighting the infection in upper-lip gum area, as it has gone down during the course of the day somewhat. I’ve done nothing but sleep all day today while my body burned out any infection and healed up whatever needed fixing. I’m probably going to be up all night.
Right now I’m feeling better, in that relief phase, ate a little chicken noodle soup (mostly broth), and drank a Boost. I’m thinking the penicillin is getting a workout each time I swallow one, there’s always something for it to fight.
I thought I’d share a few things I’ve learned in the two days after my teeth extraction surgery. I got a bruise on my throat, which is why I still have a sore throat. This was likely caused by a tube that was put down my throat during the procedure. I also have an infection in my gum tissue, likely caused by the gauze that was put in there to stop bleeding.
Today I felt pretty bad, due to the sore throat and a headache that the percocet won’t take care of for some reason. I’ve found that ice cream, pudding, and V8 juice all help in keeping my sore throat pain down, and also keep any swelling in my mouth away. V8 and cayenne pepper powder has especially done well for me.
I also had a suture that was hanging down, really aggravating me. No matter what, my tongue would creep over and flick it, and my brain would freak out, “Dude! There’s a string of meat stuck between your teeth!” it would tell me. I had to remind myself constantly I have no teeth there, and it’s not a string of meat, and to stop playing with it. I had the roommate snip it a little, and now it is far less aggravating.
So right now, the headache and sore throat are bothering me most. I’m hoping the sore throat will be gone by tomorrow or the day after. The headache should be taken care of by the painkillers, but not as much as I’d like.
Yesterday I blended up a leftover hamburger, some mashed potatoes, and turkey gravy in the blender. It came out pretty good; I almost cried at the smell of the hamburgers — after all the sweets (strawberry Ensure, apple sauce, yogurt, ice cream, pudding, etc.) something salty and meaty was just heavenly. I should be starting on warm soup soon, and then the fun shall commence.
Well, not all of them — 6 on top, and 2 back wisdom teeth on the bottom. It feels really weird, but what is making it worse is a sore throat. I developed the sore throat 2 days ago, about 8 hours before the surgery, which is just the worst time you can get a sore throat, I’m thinking.
When I went in, they had me put under from general anesthesia, which was an interesting experience. One moment you’re nervous as hell, breathing some sweet scent out of a mask and the wrist where the IV was went cold all of a sudden. Then it was 3 seconds of pure bliss, the “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” kind. I kind of smiled at the feeling, and the nurse knew it, she pressed down on the mask a bit more, so I got a good whiff. The anesthesiologist said to count backwards from 10, and so I said, “Ten …” Then lights out.
What seemed like an instant later, was really 2 hours later, and I was lying in a bed with a oven-warmed blanket on, and I blnked groggily, looked around, and then “What a tic! I’m still dreaming!” popped in my mind because what has to be the hottest nurse in existence was standing right by my beside. She had long black hair, was latino, had a great smile, and hands warmer than even the blankets she was pulling off of me. If she had a glow over her head from the lights, I may have cried from joy.
She then closed the curtain, sat me up, removed my surgical gown and grabbed my belonging bag with all my clothes. Except it wasn’t my bag, so here I was, standing in nothing but my boxers, freezing, and she’s holding me up. She called for another nurse to find the bag, and for a whole minute of heaven, she rubbed me and held me close to keep me warm (it was bloody cold in there.) I couldn’t talk, all I could was smile as best as I could through a numb mouth that didn’t feel like smiling. In my mind, I was trying a sly grin, but I have a feeling my grin was a goofy one. If I could talk, I would’ve said, “It’s nipply in here …”
The other nurse, who didn’t take her sweet time finding my damn bag, reached through the curtain with my belongings, and the pretty nurse helped me put them on one by one. Then she wheeled me out to my family, and my roommate said I had this look of shell-shock on my face, and thought it was from the meds and anesthesia, but that wasn’t it. I was wide awake, I assure you.
So yeah, it kind of sucks having to drink cold liquids and soft food for a week or so, but at least I had a hot nurse. We all pray for it (men do, anyways), and I got lucky this time. The hospital’s brochure prides itself on your care and comfort, and I can say without a doubt that they excel at it.
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