CONVERSATIONS WITH EINSTEIN
So, I'm sitting there thinking 'Is that my hard drive making that faint moaning whine of a sound?' and you gotta know I'm already a little paranoid after what happened with the power supply on that other box because it started out making a funny noise too, not funny haha, but funny strange, like I was starting to think this noise I'm hearing tonight is funny strange. There's a couple of funny funnies for you Bunny.
So?
So it turns out it was a freight train's horn in the distance and not my hard drive. I was on the deck listening to it when you pulled up. From inside the house you could barely hear it, but out here in the wee hour night air you can hear it for miles. And whoever was driving that thing was just leaning on that horn for all he was worth. Tapping out petite arpeggios with it at every crossing.
Not exactly Louis Armstrong I imagine, what with the one note and all, eh?
Yeah, but he did bend that note a little.
How's that?
Well, the note sounded one way coming and another way going.
That's relative to the listener. The pitch of the note remained the same at all the crossings.
Yeah I know, Einstein. I'm just glad it wasn't my hard drive.


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Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
I like the curious nature of your piece.