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Madelaine McMasters

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  1. I love Klezmer, I love Fats, I love mash-ups... https://www.npr.org/transcripts/377739536 Proof that Klezmer works everywhere...
  2. But, Lorraine Feather couldn't let The Minor Drag go without lyrics...
  3. Though Fats Waller is best known for his songs, he did quite a few instrumentals. Here's one...
  4. I haven't been following the conversation, but there's zero chance Scylla reported you. First, she laughed at your "Squeakeasy" comment. Second, she's not the kind to report anything other than spam and blatant breaches of ToS. She was, of course, kidding. Or, maybe I am and she really did report your post. Now you don't know two things. Oh, I do I love my job.
  5. I have a dinette with lots of windows. I use it as a greenhouse. I usually eat at the kitchen island, often on the cutting board I used to prepare the meal. If I've got things to do, I'll eat while doing them. It's not uncommon to see me walking to the mailbox while munching on something. I'm gnawing on a carrot as I type this.
  6. While we're discussing misnomers... Am I the only one who never eats in her dining room? That's where I wrap gifts.
  7. In our family, bathrooms went by many names: Outhouse (I still have one in RL) Inhouse (I have three of those) John Potty Crapper Little girl's/boy's room Head Biffy Throne room Powder room Where can I see a man about a horse? I know there are more, but I'd need to sit on the throne for them to come to me.
  8. Sarah, your ire reminds me of the story of TV talk show host Jack Parr walking off his own show for a month to protest the censoring of a joke he told regarding a bathroom... https://wordinfo.info/unit/3956 Here's the setup and the joke, which suggests that, probably before our time, Americans were not the only prudes... An English lady, while visiting Switzerland, was looking for a room for a more extended stay, and she asked the schoolmaster if he could recommend any to her. He took her to see several rooms, and when everything was settled, the lady returned to her home to make the final preparations to move. When she arrived home, the thought suddenly occurred to her that she had not seen a "W.C." around the place. So she immediately wrote a note to the schoolmaster asking him if there were a "W.C." near the room. The schoolmaster was a very poor student of English, so he asked the parish priest if he could help in the matter. Together they tried to discover the meaning of the letters "W.C.," and the only solution they could come up with for the letters was for a Wayside Chapel. The schoolmaster then wrote the following note to the English lady: Dear Madam: I take great pleasure in informing you that the W.C. is situated nine miles from the room that you will occupy, in the center of a beautiful grove of pine trees surrounded by lovely grounds. It is capable of holding about 229 people and it is only open on Sunday and Thursday. As there are a great number of people who are expected during the summer months, I would suggest that you come early; although, as a rule, there is plenty of standing room. You will no doubt be glad to hear that a good number of people bring their lunch and make a day of it. While others who can afford to go by car arrive just in time. I would especially recommend that your ladyship go on Thursday when there is a musical accompaniment. It may interest you to know that my daughter was married in the W.C. and it was there that she met her husband. I can remember the rush there was for seats. There were ten people to a seat ordinarily occupied by one. It was wonderful to see the expression on their faces. The newest attraction is a bell donated by a wealthy resident of the district. It rings every time a person enters. A bazaar is to be held to provide plush seats for all the people, since they feel it is a long felt need. My wife is rather delicate, so she can't attend regularly. I shall be delighted to reserve the best seat for you, if you wish, where you will be seen by everyone. For the children, there is a special time and place so they will not disturb the elders. Hoping to have been of service to you, I remain, Sincerely, The Schoolmaster.
  9. Adriano Celentano's "Prisencolinensinainciusol" is the best example I can offer of what a lot of songs sound like to me... When I first saw that video, I developed an instant crush on both Adriano and the lead dancer Raffaella Carrà (more particularly, I fell in love with her hair). If Raffaella is the icing on Adriano's cake, her performance of "The Flower Child" dance @3:35 in the video would be the sprinkles on top. Rap/hip-hop is such an important part of the music world that I couldn't let my general inability to understand the vocals get in the way. So, I sometimes hunt down lyric sheets. As with music in general, there's a lot of "meh" to be found, but there are also some gems, telling compelling stories with interesting wordplay. Now and then something rappy/hip-hoppy all comes together for me*, with understandable lyrics telling an interesting story, a moving melody and/or beat, and simple, compelling visuals. I can enjoy this by just reading the lyrics, watching the video with the sound off, in the car where the lyrics are unintelligible, I've yet to find a way this song isn't enjoyable. Digging into rap lyrics eventually led me to spoken word poetry, and Rives... And Sarah Kay... *Thanks to @Scylla Rhiadra for bringing Angie Mack's mesmerizing hula skills to my attention.
  10. All the time. I have always had a hard time listening to songs because I can't make out the words easily. I've never been able to understand why, but sung words often sound like mush to me or I miss key words so they just don't make sense. I couldn't tell you the lyrics to most songs. Sung words are enough of an annoyance that I usually turn them off and find something instrumental to listen to. Interestingly, choral music doesn't bother me, probably because I don't expect to unweave what's going on in the separate voices. I just listen to the music and ignore the words. More evidence we're sisters, Rolig. In college, one of my professors studied "speech intelligibility in the presence of noise". I was his favorite guinea pig because even a little noise renders me voice impaired. Music is often noise when I'm trying to understand lyrics. There are singers who enunciate clearly and recording engineers who know how to keep the vocals clear, so there are songs I understand and enjoy. The rest are just fodder for misunderstanding, which I also enjoy. Though I don't keep score, I'll estimate that about half the time I inquire about or search for a restroom, I hear John Fogerty's voice.
  11. You are you. You don't need to fit any category. None of us do. Well, thank you, Colleen! I do pretty much my own thing, and don't go looking for groups to join. Still, I am curious whether my little devil avi would be classified by others as belonging to some sort of group. ETA: I do think of myself, both in SL and RL, as something of a Looney Tunes character.
  12. Yeah, I caught a bit of that discussion too. Neko, furry, tiny, dinky, anthro... It got me wondering what the hell I am, besides intimidating. I don't have a human face, so I'm not neko. I don't have fur, but I do have a tail and horns. I am tiny by human standards, but I've no idea where I fall on the devil standard distribution. So, what am I, besides intimidating?
  13. Years ago, I read about the case of a young man in California (IIRC) who experienced flashback hallucinations after spending thousands of hours playing a VR game using a headset (this must have been in the days of wireframe animations, as this was more than twenty years ago). VR can be indistinguishable from a drug induced hallucination, and there's a theory that such hallucinations cause the brain to feverishly rewire in an attempt to make sense of things. Done to extremes, both VR and hallucinogens can result in so much rewiring that the brain can jump tracks onto that wiring, producing flashback hallucinations in the absence of either drugs or VR. This particular fellow was having coordination problems, presumed to result from his ability to move through objects in the virtual world. The real world was far less accepting of such attempts. This raises potential concern that the development of tolerance to VR might result in some intolerance of RL.
  14. I rarely read about the biggest challenge of VR, which is that headsets don't create gravitational/inertial stimulus to match the visual/aural simulations. Do you know if your vertigo issues are inner-ear related? The stimulus provided by our inner-ears and mechanosensory systems (touch, joint position and load, etc) are integral to comfortable proprioception. Your buttocks (when sitting) and feet (when standing) are integral to anchoring your frame of reference. If what we see doesn't match what we feel, we get uncomfortable. If you raise your right arm in RL and don't see that reflected in your VR visuals, you'll become disoriented. In mouselook, the majority of your visual field is probably still the real world around your computer. This anchors your proprioception and keeps you from becoming disoriented. Nevertheless, you still feel discomfort. A VR headset would mask all of that comforting feedback, leaving you with increased sensory dissonance.
  15. I imagine VR would make you vomit!
  16. Well, sometimes I am being satiric, but it's in a context where everybody would appreciate it. My neighbor's poodle is a complete asshat. When I visit, I often bring a little treat, then coo to him, "You're such a good match for the floor mats in my Miata that I'm going to use your pelt to make replacements." He eats up my mock enthusiasm and the treat. My neighbor is so tickled by the juxtaposition that she's taken to doing the same with her husband.
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