So, here I am, in my home office, listening to my satellite radio channels through my computer.
I got the satellite radio and the docking station about 4 months ago. I paid for a year's worth of programming in advance, which got me a month for free. This evening, for the first time, I decided to check out my account online.
I paid a little extra so that I can listen to the various channels online, thereby not requiring the actual satellite radio. Which is fine, because I am finding that reception is all too often not very good and cuts out on me. Much more convenient to listen down here and not worry about that crap.
I have been exploring the various channels this evening and have landed on the "liquid metal" channel. It's the type of music in which they don't sing so much as they scream as if someone were squeezing their balls in a vise. The music is headbanging and loud and obnoxious, and I enjoy it much more than I have a right to. I find myself listening to it all the time. Maybe I like it so much because I can't make out a bloody word of what they're singing. The songs could be about sunshine and lollypops and rainbows for all I know, and I comfort myself and justify listening to this music in that context.
Anyway, they also have on demand shows on many of the channels. On the Liquid Metal channel, they have a weekend program called The Devil's Dozen. You can play that back online whenever you want, and I am listening to that now. They're playing a song called "An Ocean of Wisdom" by a band called "Gorguts".
To put it mildly, this music is not for everyone. However, if you really want to hear them, here's a link to that song.
Now that you have had your ears cleaned out, we can move on.
I have more than 100 different channels to choose from here. Each channel plays songs you seldom hear on the radio even if there is a station whose format is in the bailiwick of that kind of music. I can spend many, many hours exploring all this rich content. I can see why people become addicted to satellite radio! And that's just the music stuff. There are plenty of spoken word channels, including lots devoted to sports. You know I listen to the latter channels a whole bunch, don't you?
There is not much else going on. Patricia remains at the cottage until Thursday. That evening, we take Cindy Clawford to the vet's to see if the cat has gained or lost weight. The next morning, Patricia heads out to her second visit with BOWNS, Becoming an Outdoor Woman for Nova Scotia. She will come back knowing how to hunt and fish and clean fish so that you can avoid the nasty parts and eat the good ones. Fine by me. Saves me the trouble of learning.
I remember when my dad would buy or catch fish, back when I was growing up. He would go out behind the garage to clean the fish, leaving the entrails and nasty parts behind for animals to munch on. My cat back then, J.R., would happily go back there and help himself to that stuff. Meanwhile, we would eat the non-nasty parts, and not give a thought to what Dad had left behind.
I guess "cleaning a fish" is euphemistic in the same way that "field dressing a deer" is. "Field dressing a deer" does not involve selecting a suitable outfit for it to wear and helping it don this attire. I'm 99% sure of it. And I found out last year that "honey buckets" do not contain bee barf. Being naive doesn't get a fella anywhere.
What other euphemisms can you think of that you thought mean one thing but actually meant something else entirely different?
It is late and I still have dishes to wash, so I guess I should get to that, huh?
See you guys tomorrow.
Bevboy
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