I got, like, no sleep last night; or very little. I was up well past 2am, and was dog-napped out of bed at 6:30am this morning after having decided to sleep in and go to work late (hey, it’s the last week of the year and eh-hev-vrybody has the week off) by the girls, who really wanted to go out and play in the snow.
So I’m particularly punchy … and talkative … I mean, I talk a lot anyway, but when I’m extremely tired, my talking nonstoppedness quotient rises exponentially. Which basically means I was about halfway to work when I realized I hadn’t stopped chattering. To myself. The entire time. Not once.
I just babbled away in a non-linear stream-of-consciousness exposition of one (not for nothing was my childhood nickname ‘Jablious Bablious’) … until I realized how cool the name Daft Punk is. Go ahead, say it, “Daft … Punk”. Cool, yes?
Just the way the ‘ft’ sounds in conjunction with the ‘puh’ … and you have to really punch it when you turn over from ‘daft’ to ‘punk’. Can’t be some namby-pamby whisper of a transition, no! Must move on to PUNK with authoritae, Mr. Cartman! Authoritae I say!
After I gigglesnorted “daft PUnk” about 30 times, with a British accent no less, ‘cuz that’s just so much cooler, I leaped to those word games you play where there’s a story with a bunch of blanks and you fill in the blank with whatever type of word it calls for, such as a noun, or a verb, or an adjective, or whatever.
I started to make my own up and got as far as “The Daft Punk entered the room” when I started subbing “Def Leppard” and then got off on this whole kick to create those word games but make them music-industry-specific. Yeah! Like a rock version, and a pop version, and blues, and, and, and … in the words of the Mask, “Somebody stop me!”
Then I just started spouting off words that begin with the letter “P” and I was in love. With the letter “P”. Perfect!
The letter “P” rocks!! It rolls! Think about it:
- Pickle! (I just really like that word)
- Pillow! (or, as my brother used to pronounce it when we were kids, “pull-low”)
Then I moved on to words with the letter “P” in them:
- Intergalactic Planetary … Planetary Intergalactic!
Then I called my best friend and dragged her into the insanity, and she gave me ‘Pineapple!’ And then I was at work.
But … that’s how I learned you’re never too old to have a favorite letter.