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Argh. Call me Scrooge, but I despise “The Little Drummer Boy” song and all of his fricking rum pum pumming (as I’ve noted in a previous blogpost).
The problem with Christmas playlists on Pandora though, is that I can’t just thumbs down it once because so many (moronic) artists have decided to do their own rendition of the rum pum. So far, I’ve nixed the stupid kid and his never-ending pumming five times. And it’s only December 17.
A new study from researchers at my alma mater the University of Colorado Boulder and their friends at the California Institute of Technology just reported that previous estimates at the Grand Canyon’s age were more than 65 million years off!
Isn’t that crazy?!
Old research says the Colorado River formed the Great GC 5 or 6 million years ago.
New research says 70 million years ago.
Now, I’m not a scientist, but criminy, somebody’s data was way the heck off!
I’ve got Pacho Bell’s “Canon in D” stuck in my head, which is frustrating because that is a lot of instruments and a lot of parts for one person to hum.
Thinking back, however, to my last blogpost, I realized that, in my defense of those six* losses, there wasn’t a “help” button.
*See last blogpost to decide for yourself, but I’m sticking with my six.
It’s fairly well known to our community of friends that I’m frequently the one picking on Mike: Convincing him to eat wax fruit, dog food, soap, etc.
Despite this fact, I often joke that Mike is antagonizing me, that he’s the antagonist.
Yesterday, when I was poking Mike, I said, “I’ll get you my pretty,” and followed it with an evil laugh.
He goes, “See. I told you that you were the villain.”
Hmmm … touché.
Thus far, marital bliss in our little two bedroom, one bathroom apartment has been downright blissful.
Except for the occasions on which my need to hop in the shower and Mike’s need to empty his small intestine coincide.