When I’m feeling pleasant, all things in order and making progress in the world, I tend to hum. After a bit, left to my own devices, that will progress to a sort of un-hip scat, and eventually I can be expected to burst out in a line or two of song. It’s anyone’s guess what the song might be — I’ve never known why I pick the bits I pick.
Today is going well. I hummed. Left alone and continuing to thrive, there was a small field of “dah-doo-wah” around me. And then,
Does your girlfriend got the butt? Tell her to shake it, shake it –
– in my best lounge singer voice.
Er. I’ll just go back to humming for a bit, I think.
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry