…and there went the last chance that this Captain is not directly engineered to respond to Sweetheart. And the next-to-last chance that this is occurring outside Sweetheart’s consciousness.
Normally, that’s true, and common sense certainly agrees with you. But common sense seldom gets within ten or twelve miles of the mad genius approach to design.
tune: “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” Todd Pipes, Deep Blue Something, 1993 (Can it really be that long ago? Wow, I’m old!)
She says: We’ve got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
I wonder if he’s still mad
She thinks the world has come between them
The madness separates them
And still she can’t help but care
Then he says: I’ve moved on. No more genetics
It’s now institutional fire safety
Now OCD, rule-loving Sweetheart’s excited
And back at the Annex, she’s wagging her tail
She thinks: I’m all about fire safety
Then, suddenly she remembers
The door that she didn’t close
I ran, because that cute Ao was waiting
Now Captain Bram won’t love me
Oh, no, I’m such a bad dog
And Bram says: I know you worry ’bout safety
I raised you, you’re the responsible one
Now OCD, rule-loving Sweetheart feel guilty
And back at the Annex, she’s dragging her tail
Of course the British rock group did the song in 1993. Still a long time ago, though only a short time by some standards. (Don’t know it…don’t think it made the charts in the States, but it’s kinda past my time in music…)
…and there went the last chance that this Captain is not directly engineered to respond to Sweetheart. And the next-to-last chance that this is occurring outside Sweetheart’s consciousness.
But she looks so happy, don’t ruin her happy.
Oooor, this could be the reveal that his dogs were genetically engineered to obsess over fire safety!
Or at least Sweetheart was. She WAS supposed to lead them (or so he said).
“I designed the escape doors! Once opened, never closed!”
But those doors also have to act as smoke doors and fire doors to prevent smoke and fire from spreading. Failure to close is a safety hazard.
Normally, that’s true, and common sense certainly agrees with you. But common sense seldom gets within ten or twelve miles of the mad genius approach to design.
So he’s the guy that puts a pull lever on a push door at the Gifted Adademy! Bastard!
tune: “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” Todd Pipes, Deep Blue Something, 1993 (Can it really be that long ago? Wow, I’m old!)
She says: We’ve got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
I wonder if he’s still mad
She thinks the world has come between them
The madness separates them
And still she can’t help but care
Then he says: I’ve moved on. No more genetics
It’s now institutional fire safety
Now OCD, rule-loving Sweetheart’s excited
And back at the Annex, she’s wagging her tail
She thinks: I’m all about fire safety
Then, suddenly she remembers
The door that she didn’t close
I ran, because that cute Ao was waiting
Now Captain Bram won’t love me
Oh, no, I’m such a bad dog
And Bram says: I know you worry ’bout safety
I raised you, you’re the responsible one
Now OCD, rule-loving Sweetheart feel guilty
And back at the Annex, she’s dragging her tail
1993? Piffle. The novella by Truman Capote was published in 1958; the movie came out in 1961. _That’s_ old.
Of course the British rock group did the song in 1993. Still a long time ago, though only a short time by some standards. (Don’t know it…don’t think it made the charts in the States, but it’s kinda past my time in music…)
Of course the rock group did it in 1993, still a long time ago but not as much. (Don’t know it; past my prime in music unless it’s country.)
Seemed to have doubled up somewhere. Tried to delete and failed, I guess. The group is American; the song did make the charts…research by Wikipedia.
She gets that from your side of the family, Captain.
My prediction has been confirmed.
(TUNE: “Call Me”, Petula Clark)
Seems we don’t have much to say now,
Seems we don’t have much in common …
I’m so over DNA now,
There’s a brand-new kick that I’m on:
[CHORUS:]
Safety!
It’s institutional
Safety!
It’s not a crock o’ bull!
Safety!
Safety when dealing with fire …
Come on, ask me any question!
You are wanting information!
Let’s discuss my new obsession,
Interrupting conflagration!
[repeat CHORUS]
Preventing burning
Is what I’m yearning!
You, as well? Oh, what a shock!
To stop ignition
Is my ambition!
Rules and regulations rock!
Is this just a clever tactic
By the evil Institute to
Get at Sweetheart? How dramatic!
She’s so happy, and so cute, too!
[repeat CHORUS]
Thank you, Eddurd! No offense to Manifesta, but I can count on you to choose a song with rhymes. And do well with it.
(headdesk)
One more example of Heaven for Sweetheart, and soon to be followed by Hell.
You’d think she notice a pattern by now . . .
Huh. You’d think the natural starting point would be “why did you leave?”.