and THIS set of wee hours brings you

Wow, I just had a really surreal moment. I realised I'd only ever heard My Chemical Romance's first album in bits and pieces, so I downloaded it, and, guys. You know how there's a track titled Romance? Well, most of you probably don't, but. It's an instrumental track.

And it's identical to the Spanish classical piece my old guitar teacher taught me.

It was so bizarre, I open the file and I'm like "this is familiar..." and then I'm like HOLY SHIT. So, hey, cool coincidence. It's probably not really that weird because I've got this vague idea that that particular piece is really ubiquitous, even odds any guitar player I'm talking to will know it. But it was unexpected.

And now for something completely different!

This is a MOTHERFUCKING SNAKE. Holy crap, I could reach down its gullet and pull out whatever unfortunate vaguely toaster-shaped mammal is making it lumpy round the middle!

...and yes, I realise that that is not most people's first thought on viewing a big damn snake caught in a wire fence. SUE ME. In the strange magical universe three dimensions over I will saddle that bastard and ride it like a pony. (I will also apparently be three feet tall.)

Why does it feel more satisfying to say "three feet" than "about a metre"? We don't even use feet around here.