Still tired. Have you ever felt the urge to barge into someone's room, tear their alarm out of the wall and shove it down their throat? Me neither. I was just curious.
My life kind of revolves around my job these days, which is all right with me as it fulfills my financial, social, and music related needs all quite handily. I had a terrible day this week where everything went wrong and I felt like I was being eaten alive for hours, and it was still better than any day at my previous job other than the Independence Day picnic. In one other day this week I learned that the guy I've thought of as Jason for as long as I've worked there is actually Nick, that Naomi dyed her hair a long time ago even though I just noticed it, and that both of the red-haired girls are the same person. What a day that was. And what a small world it is too. Yesterday at lunch Malone was like, "I'm going to St. George with Mark Bell." And Jess was like, "Oh, I know him." And I was like, "I know him too." And Kailey was like, "Sorry, what are we talking about? Oh, I know him." I don't have much to say besides work stuff but I'm not sure that anyone else would much care about it, so...
I shouldn't need to remind you that we celebrated a very special holiday this week. I am referring, of course, to Darwin Day on the twelfth. Get it? It's funny because you probably thought I was talking about Valentine's Day but then I revealed that I wasn't. The only thing I was going to say about Valentine's Day was that hating Valentine's Day because you're single is like hating Christmas because you're an atheist, but I realized that's a stupid analogy because atheists still get presents on Christmas. At least I assume they do and they can correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway, Charles Darwin's birthday has been celebrated off and on and here and there for well over a century, but it only became official for the whole United States a couple years ago. I remember well that it was covered on the front page of the Utah Statesman with a picture of some human ancestor skull fragments, and like always there were free stacks of it in the LDS institute next to the Deseret News and I knew that was probably making a few heads explode.
The institute put on a dance last Friday like they typically do in February, but took a different approach this time. I don't remember what they've done all the way back when but in 2014 they did a ladies' choice dance and advertised it as for "Dates Only", sending the message that if no woman wanted you then neither did they. The next year they did another ladies' choice dance but removed that tagline, though it remained de facto because no one went alone. I know that because I was there because to my great surprise someone asked me to it. The next next year, they did another ladies' choice dance and someone asked me to it again. I know this is all very repetitive for both long-time followers of my blog, but since most people just read an occasional post when it shows up in their news feed, I'm writing for their benefit and you'll just have to be patient.
This year I figured my luck had run out because I'm not in school and virtually everyone at work is taken. But this year they decided to do a Singles' Awareness Dance instead. Get it? It's funny because the acronym spells SAD. Like Students Against Driving. The poster said semi-formal refreshments would be served but I don't know what that was supposed to mean because they just looked normal to me. I always go to dances to absorb energy from the crowd and experience music differently than I usually get to with headphones, and also out of loyalty since I usually help set them up as part of the LDSSA Service Committee. They don't happen very often so they provide a nice change of pace. This time, though, I wasn't really into it. My feet were tired and I couldn't stop yawning and most of the music wasn't really my thing. Someone told me to go ask a lady to dance, but I hid in an alcove so he would leave me alone. After some debate and an hour and a half I left to go grocery shopping and listen to my own superior music at home.
Here's one of the songs I recently discovered, and I can't believe how beautiful it is or that the artist never became popular. It's the B-Side to the M.B.4 single "Ewok Celebration & Star Wars", a disco version of the original "Yub Nub" song that was replaced in the Special Edition of "Return of the Jedi", not to be confused with Meco's better-known disco version that I already posted last July. M.B.4's version is a lot more mellow and trance-y, and I could describe it better if I actually knew any legit music terminology like my friend Scott. But that's irrelevant because it's not what I'm posting. Give this a listen and see if it gets stuck in your head like it does in mine, and if you don't mind that any more than I do. (It's not as long as it looks. This video has like three minutes of silence at the end for some reason.)
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C. Randall Nicholson is a white cisgender Christian male, so you can hate him without guilt, but he's also autistic and asexual, so you can't, unless you're an anti-vaxxer, in which case the feeling is mutual. This blog is where he periodically rants about life, the universe, and/or everything.