This weekend two things happened to me to really question the overall integrity of my mind.
This first was related to events from earlier in the week. Sometime during the week, I’m guessing Thursday or Friday, I downloaded an MP3 from a website. On Saturday, I noticed the icon on my overpopulated desktop, and tried to think of it’s origins. I have a vague recollection of clicking a link and downloading to my desktop, but I cannot for the life of me recall what website I was on or why I would want to download it. The name of the file is probably German or Dutch, neither of which I can read or speak any amount of. (In truth, I can say “Ich bin ein Berliner”, which translates to roughly “I am a jelly doughnut” in German.) So faced with the text “Kuikentjes – Ik ben een kuiken – Mix 2.mp3″ I did was anyone would do finding random music on their desktop, I played it back. That convinced me I must not have been thinking strait. You can grab it from here.
I wonder if it is related at all to this, where “this” is the country techno song “Cotton Eye Joe” translated into German, sung by Smurfs (yes, the little blue people with white hats), and used as the background to a Limp Bizkit music video. You may be thinking this is a little strange, but that is only because it is. What is even more strange is that not only was this a popular album in Germany, it was the number one CD in Holland in 1995. Congratulations Netherlanders, you just managed to beat out Germany in the Euro-weirdness award.
The second thing that happened to me was after stopping to watch the newer Willie Wonka movie with my housemates. I mostly enjoy the movie, though I prefer the older Willie Wonka’s secretly knowing smile to the newer one’s creepy grin. At one point I was trying to decide which unfortunate event to happen to the children was least realistic. I mean, what’s more more realistic, a girl turning into a giant blueberry after eating a piece of gum and then having the juice squeezed out of her, or a boy being transported through the air into a tiny version of himself inside of a TV where he has to be stretched back out with taffy pullers? I actually thought about this for a while before realizing what I was doing. Obviously neither one should ever have thoughts dwelt upon them, and doing so is the sure sign of a madman.