Heavy Plant Music Of Lurve
Dec. 17th, 2005 12:57 pmHeavy Plant Music Of Lurve
So while you're out there, sitting in your computer chairs or on your couches with your fancy wi-fi laptops, having a snack or your first or eighth cup of tea (hey, it's Saturday!), and Life Is Good, remember that others are changing the world in their own special ways..
I tell you, while you arebeing complacent and swimming in your couch potato glory, my
Giant Robot Man is inventing the new Language of Love.
Because he is so, so, so romantical! Just last week, we were having dinner together (takeaway lamb shish with extra garlic sauce and chips for me, yes!), and he'd already finished his chicken kebab and was feeling all happy to be alive.
"Put your head on my shoulder," he said. At this point, I should remind you that lamb shish is chewy.
I put my head on his shoulder. I was, I'm afraid, still chewing the lamb. See above: lamb shish is chewy.
"Aw, that's so sweet. You sound like a cement mixer," he said lovingly.
I sat up straight. I finished chewing. I looked at him in surprise and shock. "A cement mixer? What a thing to say to your beloved wife!"
"Have you ever," he said seriously, looking at me with those adorable, childlike blue eyes of his, "really listened to a cement mixer?"
You have got to be kidding me. "Um, no," I replied.
He searched for words. "It's nice," he said. "It's much nicer than a drill, for example."
"Nice than a drill."
"Yes. Much nicer than a drill."
"A drill. Is it nicer than a freezer's hum?"
"Oh, yes. It's much, much nicer than the rumble of a car, too."
"How about a bus?"
"Nicer."
"You mean to tell me that you like the noise a cement mixer makes."
"Yes. It's very nice."
"And how would you class a cement mixer? What kind of vehicle is that?"
"Heavy plant."
Is it any wonder that I don't look forward in delighted anticipation to the tiny velvet box that will be under the Christmas tree? No, no; I think the second anniversary is TONKA, isn't it?
So while you're out there, sitting in your computer chairs or on your couches with your fancy wi-fi laptops, having a snack or your first or eighth cup of tea (hey, it's Saturday!), and Life Is Good, remember that others are changing the world in their own special ways..
I tell you, while you arebeing complacent and swimming in your couch potato glory, my
Because he is so, so, so romantical! Just last week, we were having dinner together (takeaway lamb shish with extra garlic sauce and chips for me, yes!), and he'd already finished his chicken kebab and was feeling all happy to be alive.
"Put your head on my shoulder," he said. At this point, I should remind you that lamb shish is chewy.
I put my head on his shoulder. I was, I'm afraid, still chewing the lamb. See above: lamb shish is chewy.
"Aw, that's so sweet. You sound like a cement mixer," he said lovingly.
I sat up straight. I finished chewing. I looked at him in surprise and shock. "A cement mixer? What a thing to say to your beloved wife!"
"Have you ever," he said seriously, looking at me with those adorable, childlike blue eyes of his, "really listened to a cement mixer?"
You have got to be kidding me. "Um, no," I replied.
He searched for words. "It's nice," he said. "It's much nicer than a drill, for example."
"Nice than a drill."
"Yes. Much nicer than a drill."
"A drill. Is it nicer than a freezer's hum?"
"Oh, yes. It's much, much nicer than the rumble of a car, too."
"How about a bus?"
"Nicer."
"You mean to tell me that you like the noise a cement mixer makes."
"Yes. It's very nice."
"And how would you class a cement mixer? What kind of vehicle is that?"
"Heavy plant."
Is it any wonder that I don't look forward in delighted anticipation to the tiny velvet box that will be under the Christmas tree? No, no; I think the second anniversary is TONKA, isn't it?
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Date: 2005-12-17 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 01:20 pm (UTC)You should go to my flick account (newly created) and see the amazing cement mixer covered in christmas lights that I saw. Hee. (I'd have to add you as a friend so if you decide to do this let me know and I'll add you)
Ah my little cement mixer of love!!
The mind boggles.
Or, perhaps, the mind giggles. Give that man a nice squishy hug from me will ya?
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 02:40 pm (UTC)I'm folkmew but you'll need to let me know so I can add you as a friend.
I didn't want them public (though I suppose I could make the cement mixer public)...
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 01:33 pm (UTC)And
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Date: 2005-12-17 04:41 pm (UTC)Especially when I was running of personal copies at a work machine--fit in with the meaning of the song nicely
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Date: 2005-12-17 01:38 pm (UTC)*hug*
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Date: 2005-12-17 01:47 pm (UTC)Hmm... maybe you should get a recording of the sound of a cement mixer, if it's a sound that will make Joe happy and/or destress him... ;)
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Date: 2005-12-17 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 02:12 pm (UTC)Or something weird that you'll quote on LJ?
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Date: 2005-12-17 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-17 11:43 pm (UTC)Now there's an oxymoron. ;)
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Date: 2005-12-18 12:09 am (UTC)Then again, big electric motors, 200HP or better, can make a droning sound that has a definite and particular note. A three-phase 60Hz four-pole(?) AC motor runs at around 1770 rpm or so, depending on the 'slip' of the individual motor and will, with a relatively constant load, deliver up a musical bassy drone note of pretty constant frequency. Ask your spouse, he can possibly tell you about that.
Heavy machinery is fun
Date: 2005-12-18 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 06:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-19 03:05 pm (UTC)Sweet.
Teddy