Turn up your volume, I wanna hear your radio.

That is likely not the title, but it might be.  There was an episode of the Doctor Demento Show that aired on various stations, including one in little Merrill, WI sometime in the mid-to-late 1980’s or perhaps early 1990’s that had either Radio or perhaps Blues as the theme.  I, or $SISTAUR, recorded it and I transferred (dubbed) it from the off-air cassette to a keeper cassette (mixtape, as now called, I suppose). In the transfer I cut the non-song intro and such, and thus lost the artist and title.  The lyrics, as best I can transcribe them, follow (I make no claims to perfect accuracy of lyrics, nor arrangement of them):

Turn up your volume, I wanna hear your radio.
Turn up your volume, I wanna hear a little bit more.

Now your speaker’s buzzin’, but your output is too low.

Please change your station, slide your pointer on the spot.
Please change your station, slide your pointer on the spot.

Tune out all your static, so I’ll know just what you got.

Now your transformer’s smoking. Your dial is in a knot.
You got two stations, Baby. And your tubes is getting hot.

Turn up your volume, I wanna hear your radio.
I want a little more music, Babe, before I go.

Your condenser’s leakin’, and your range is too wide.
You haven’t done nothin’, Baby, til you blink your magic eye.

Turn up your volume, I wanna hear your radio.
Now your station is fading. Well, I know I’ve got to go-o-ohhh.

 

If you recognize the lyrics and give me some clue or hint as to the actual title or artist who recorded it, please leave a comment to such effect. Thank you.

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The Minotaur’s Opinion(s) on Rum

Rum is generally not my first choice of liquor and thus tends to be something to mix with rather than sip. Even so, some rums are better than others. Bacardi has a wonderful logo – the bat. Alas, it also seems to universally possess an ugly sharpness that ruins things. It might be acceptable in things where there’s so much fruit juice in the foreground that the rum is hidden and might as well be vodka anyway. I wouldn’t know – I’m not really into the “sneak attack” or sexistly-named/sexual predator “panty dropper” drinks

I’m not a fan of Captain Morgan, either, but the Captain most assuredly outranks the bat. Captain Morgan white rum makes for a perfectly acceptable Black Devil (think: rum Martini).  But if you’re buying to stock your cabinet/bar, unless there’s a screaming deal, I suggest going with Cruzan or Havana Club (name from pre-Castro days – it’s Puerto Rican for the foreseeable future.)  For spiced rum, Kraken wins and not just because a new bottle lets you “release the Kraken.” It makes for a very good Dark & Stormy (as in, rum, lime, ginger beer… hey, where did the CHOCOLATE come from?!?)

As for black/dark rum… Gosling’s Black Seal wins so hard it converted a lifelong Meyer’s Dark drinker so fast it surprised me. I am taking FULL advantage of local ignorance and buying the discounted Gosling’s that a local(-ish) store “can’t sell” at regular price. Ox slow. Ox not damn fool!

Don’t Swallow Narrativium

I think I’ve figured out the sad reality behind Democrats Ilhan Omar and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. The Democrats drank their own Narrative.

The Democrat Narrative is that Trump et. al. are racist, hateful, and stupid. So they go full-goose-bozo with hate and stupidity.

Omar’s antisemitism covers the hate, and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez covers the stupidity. THIS is the Democrat election strategy.

This would be such great material for a modern-day Laugh In or a truly independent Saturday Night Live.  As things stand? It reminds me of the Rodney Dangerfield joke about a visit with his doctor…

Rodney: OK, Doc, how do I stand?

Doc: That’s what puzzles me.

 

Obvious Spammer is Obvious

Wow, *28* sudden new followers in an instant, ALL selling something? Gee, you think I won’t figure out it’s ONE rotten spammer than needs to be up against a wall and, as Groucho Marx said in Duck Soup, “Pop goes the weasel” ?

 

ADDENDUM: And, predictably, some un-aware spammer script did a “like” on this post as well.

Note to Self: Installing Pantum drivers on Mint

The printer is connected by USB. Thus its device URI is usb://Pantum/P2500W… and not whatever CUPS tries to sucker you into trying.

The Pantum drivers need to be installed using the root account, despite the ruse of the install script asking for a password if run from a user account.

Vaccine Reaction

I’ve mentioned before that I have had some of the childhood diseases for which there are now vaccines. One of those was chicken pox (yeah, the ox got chicken pox… strange world, isn’t it?) That means I am now at risk of the related affliction, shingles.

My physician had told me in no uncertain terms to get the Shingrix vaccine as soon as I could manage. The first dose (it’s a two-dose vaccine) would have been administered on the spot had there not been a shortage at the time.  This past night, now that it’s been some months since I last asked if the shortage had abated, I asked the local pharmacy again.  The reply was that it was still in short supply, but they did have it, and could administer it.  After a short bit of paperwork and rather longer wait (note: getting this right before a predicted blizzard with freezing rain was likely not the best timing as everybody and his brother was trying to beat the storm) I finally got it.

My usual reaction to an injection is that several hours later I re-notice the bandage on my arm and wonder for a moment before remembering that I had had an injection (this is how it goes with the influenza vaccination – if there is even a bandage. A couple times things went so well that none was unneeded.) This time is different. I’m actually having more than “oh, bandage” reaction.

It’s nothing serious, and while my arm is a bit sore around the injection site and apt to be so for a couple days, I figure it’s an excellent trade to avoid shingles or at least the worst of shingles.  I did wake up once with chills, but that might have had more to do with displaced blankets than vaccination. In a few months, supply permitting, I get to do this all again. And I will, even if I suspect I’ll be sore for a couple days. And if I’m not? Well, I won’t argue with that result.

Atomic Adventures: Secret Islands, Forgotten N-rays, and Isotopic Murder – A Journey into the Wild World of Nuclear Science by James Mahaffey

I’ve just finished listening to this on Audible. It’s a great read/listen. I was expecting a lot of re-hash of stuff I’ve already read/heard. I am pleased to report that my expectations were largely unmet. I heard a lot of new material in this.

Mahaffey gives a great first-hand account of how cold fusion managed to fool some largely due to the nature of the monitoring instrumentation. He also manages to explain (and yes, it is within the subject of the book) why Roswell happened as it did. But the one chapter on the nature and (f)utility of dirty bombs might well be worth the price of the book.

FTC Notice: I purchased this book my own damn self and neither the publisher, the author, nor narrator provided me any remuneration.