Some things that are/have been popular and/or highly regarded leave me cold. The appeal of foods like Overnight Oats has always eluded me. Automobiles of any kind in a color I've read called 'clay', but which to me resembles primer, are a non-starter and a hard pass.
I had a Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI) last week, which always sounds to me, stuck in the tube, like someone banging on a closed garbage can with a hammer. The techs were very nice and asked if I had a preference for the music to be piped through my headphones while I was inside. Anything except Coldplay and Nickelback, I answered. We all smiled as they thought I was the funniest person they'd had all day as a patient.
I could and should have answered with dozens, if not hundreds, of others, but most especially, Guns N' Roses, as no matter how many trillions of streams they have online or articles I encounter on Slash as the Second Coming of Jeff Beck, I cannot get past Axl Rose.
This isn't a true confession so much as a set-up for what comes next, as Axl, in his best on-stage crab-dancing days, was the first thing I thought of when I saw this video news feature: "Crab vs.Machine: Robot tests fiddler crab courtship tactics."
Who knew? Size does matter, not just for humans.
Even in the cold, November rain.
-bill kenny
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