December 30th, 2008

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Meow, meow, meow

Either I mumble a lot or the LJ speech-to-text program still isn't worth shit. Not much has changed since the voice post and I'm still feeling very blah. I figured I might as well make an entry about that lost song before it slips my mind.

Senor Don Gato

Oh Senor Don Gato was a cat
On a high red roof Don Gato sat
He went there to read a letter,
Meow, meow, meow
Where the reading light was better,
Meow, meow, meow
'Twas a love note for Don Gato

I adore you wrote the lady cat
Who was fluffy, white and nice and fat
There was not a sweeter kitty,
Meow, meow, meow
In the country or the city,
Meow, meow, meow
And she said she'd wed Don Gato

Oh, Don Gato jumped so happily
He fell off the roof and broke his knee
Broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
Meow, meow, meow
And his little solar plexus,
Meow, meow, meow
Ay Caramba cried Don Gato

Then the doctors all came on the run
Just to see if something could be done
And they held a consultation,
Meow, meow, meow
About how to save their patient,
Meow, meow, meow
How to save Senor Don Gato

But in spite of everything they tried
Poor Senor Don Gato up and died
And it wasn't very merry,
Meow, meow, meow
Going to the cemetery,
Meow, meow, meow
For the ending of Don Gato

When the funeral passed the market square
Such a smell of fish was in the air
Though his burial was slated,
Meow, meow, meow
He became reanimated,
Meow, meow, meow
He came back to life, Don Gato

I still remember singing this quite often as a kid and being enamored with the chorus. This was obviously at a more innocent point in my life before I fully received that cats are the handmaidens of Satan. I can't help but wonder if perhaps this song contributed to my awakening. Maybe I realized that zombie cats simply couldn't be allowed to exist for the good of humanity.

Anyway, the tune for the song is sorta interesting. Since I can't exactly write out the music easily, I'll sing a verse or two on a voice post at some point.

This song along with Mr Fly was one of my fondest music memories when it came to school. It's hard not to look back on it now with fond nostalgia. Singing used to always be one of my favorite pastimes. It's hard not to wish that I had had some talent to go along with it.
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“Alright so this is how the song goes. Oh Senor Don Gato was a cat on a high red roof down Gottersat(?). He was there to read a letter meow meow meow where the reading light was better meow meow meow. Twas(?) a love note for Don Gato. I adore you wrote the lady cat who was fluffy white and nice and fat. There was not a sweeter kitty meow meow meow in the country or the city meow meow meow and she said she wed Don Gato and so on and so on. You get the point.”

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This one's for you, uncle sam

There are days where I think it would be great to be an american suicide bomber. There's a reason why we always see islamofundy nutjobs use it as a weapon. In a way, it's the ultimate form of smart bomb. A weapon that can think and make decisions on the fly about when and where to blow itself up for maximum damage. I've long thought that the US was missing out by not having its own core of suicide bombers formed out of the legions of disaffected teenagers out there. It's not as if some of the depressed and the goth were doing anything interesting or useful anyway. Why not use them to help forward the goals of the country as a whole, right? Sometimes I think I would even volunteer to be a pilot subject in a program like this. It might be interesting to strap on a suicide vest and then go visit a foreign locale full of wankers and strike a blow for the ol' red white and blue. It'd certainly be more useful than what I end up doing day in and day out. Add in some sort of additional benefit like a lump sum payment to relatives and maybe a memorial wall somewhere and it doesn't sound like all that bad of a tradeoff. Of course, that ends up costing more than simply promising 57 virgins and a speedpass to heaven, but it's still cheaper than buying smart bombs. One of those cruise missiles can cost a million dollars a pop. I think that you can find people who would be willing to take a fraction of that.