Coming from someone who is in the process of sewing her head back on, because she had to tear it off to allow her body to go do something, because she got bored and nailed it to a control panel, I don’t think she’s fit to judge others…
(Tune: No Dogs Allowed, Richard M. and Robert P. Sherman)
No dogs allowed
She thinks out loud
She sees the signs
And she’s not fine
She’s paranoid
And quite annoyed
She won’t be cowed
No dogs allowed
Keep off the beach
(As love is vowed)
On the rebound
(Their heads are bowed)
U and Niue
(As love is vowed)
No dogs allowed
(No dogs allowed)
U and Niue
(She sees the signs)
She’s quite unsound
(And she’s not fine)
She’s gone cray-cray
(She’s feeling sore)
Thinks U won’t stay
(Prefers macaws)
She won’t be cowed
(She won’t be cowed)
No dogs allowed
(No dogs allowed)
I’m flattered, really. Admittedly, I tend to have a little trouble with “No Dogs Allowed” because Thurl’s voice goes so unbelievably low with such ease, and I have to struggle (or have a chest cold) to reach some of those notes. He was truly one of the greatest bass voices I have ever heard. I feel like I can only strive to sound like him.
I am more than well aware of who he was. His is probably the single most recognizable voice from more than 40 years of television. He even sang what could be Dr. Lee’s theme song here in Skin Horse… “I Was a Teenage Brain Surgeon”.
This reminds me of one of Dave Barry’s books, where he describes a guy’s mind as being the kind of bottom-line, straightforward thinker that is less equipped for the subtleties of human emotion than it is for calculating the amount of gravel needed to cover a driveway. Sweetheart’s brain is apparently cast in the same mold (only for her it’s how much paperwork is needed for the current mission).
I remember that story from Barry’s “Complete Guide To Guys.” She’s thinking all about the subtle relationship stuff while he’s thinking about the transmission in his car, and eventually she blurts out something about how there’s no horse and no castle (it made sense in context). Also recall Barry performing this with Garrison Keillor and the players on “Prairie Home Companion” a long, long time ago.
Yes, Unity, you do. And it’s doggo form.
Yeah, I think the eye roll pretty much says that.
Coming from someone who is in the process of sewing her head back on, because she had to tear it off to allow her body to go do something, because she got bored and nailed it to a control panel, I don’t think she’s fit to judge others…
Unity’s version of cray cray doesn’t usually inflict emotional pain on others, though. [1] (_Physical_ pain, OTOH…).
[1] But what of Smart Unity, you ask? Well, she’s if anything _too_ sane.
She is showing great restraint here. Especially for her.
I think shes talking about herself. XD
Unity’s actually talking about the one running the Secret Santa exchange, whom she’s been seeing on the side.
Nah… she’s not seeing it on the side. She hates it cuz it creeps her out… always watching her and everything.
(Good memory, by the way. I’d forgotten that was the name of the computer.)
(Tune: No Dogs Allowed, Richard M. and Robert P. Sherman)
No dogs allowed
She thinks out loud
She sees the signs
And she’s not fine
She’s paranoid
And quite annoyed
She won’t be cowed
No dogs allowed
Keep off the beach
(As love is vowed)
On the rebound
(Their heads are bowed)
U and Niue
(As love is vowed)
No dogs allowed
(No dogs allowed)
U and Niue
(She sees the signs)
She’s quite unsound
(And she’s not fine)
She’s gone cray-cray
(She’s feeling sore)
Thinks U won’t stay
(Prefers macaws)
She won’t be cowed
(She won’t be cowed)
No dogs allowed
(No dogs allowed)
I actually do a pretty good imitation of Thurl Ravenscroft. Now I’m going to end up singing that all day.
I’ll bet you sound GRRREAT!!!
I’m flattered, really. Admittedly, I tend to have a little trouble with “No Dogs Allowed” because Thurl’s voice goes so unbelievably low with such ease, and I have to struggle (or have a chest cold) to reach some of those notes. He was truly one of the greatest bass voices I have ever heard. I feel like I can only strive to sound like him.
He was (ahem) the voice of Tony the Tiger…
I am more than well aware of who he was. His is probably the single most recognizable voice from more than 40 years of television. He even sang what could be Dr. Lee’s theme song here in Skin Horse… “I Was a Teenage Brain Surgeon”.
Just wanted to ensure you got the GRRREAT!!! reference…
Oh, definitely. And playing this over and over has not helped get it unstuck from my head :/
This reminds me of one of Dave Barry’s books, where he describes a guy’s mind as being the kind of bottom-line, straightforward thinker that is less equipped for the subtleties of human emotion than it is for calculating the amount of gravel needed to cover a driveway. Sweetheart’s brain is apparently cast in the same mold (only for her it’s how much paperwork is needed for the current mission).
I remember that story from Barry’s “Complete Guide To Guys.” She’s thinking all about the subtle relationship stuff while he’s thinking about the transmission in his car, and eventually she blurts out something about how there’s no horse and no castle (it made sense in context). Also recall Barry performing this with Garrison Keillor and the players on “Prairie Home Companion” a long, long time ago.
If Unity’s got enough cray, does that mean that Niue ran off with the crayfish?
“Enough Cray”? How many supercomputers does she need? How many would it take to equal the nanobots?
There’s Mr. Scrooge, the computer that chooses up their Secret Santa partners…
Mr. *Grinch*. Where is my mind today?
Eh, Grinch, Scrooge… whatever. They were both Christmas party poopers.
“I got enough cray” – yeah, it was big enough to feed several people…