…but I did not shoot the deputy.

Thanks to my long-suffering, cat-herding boss, this is the earworm that is now looping through my head. Here’s a Youtube clip. It’s long and there’s a bunch of noodling around* until about a minute into the thing. Play it or don’t. Actually, if you’re in my godforsaken generation, you probably have it on your iPod or whatever. Or not.

I am totally grateful to my long-suffering, cat-herding boss for getting this earworm into my head, thereby replacing the one that’s been in there most of the rest of the week. I am not gonna say what that was. Sorry. It wasn’t “Plop, plop, fizz, fizz” and that’s all I’m gonna say.

The sheriff-shooting earworm got into my head while my boss and several co-workers were holding a powwow in the aisle by my cube. He was talking about a video game (hey, it was the end of the day) and I was half listening but I was also distracted by beating back a loverly little javascript buggie. It was cute but I killed it anyway. I heard the boss say, “I shot the sheriff,” and that snapped me to attention! We all chorused, “but did you shoot the deputy?” Yes, we are all in my godforsaken generation.

I am not going to try to describe my boss here today. That’s partly because it is never a good idea to blahg too much about your work because you might get dooced. Which is okay if you are the real dooce but I doubt that I could ever turn my stoopid old blawg, as Mouse used to call it when she was in high school, into a money-making venture, so I think I’ll try to keep my job. But I also won’t describe him because I really can’t. Because he really has to be “experienced”, as I once told a prospective student intern. Yes, he plays video games. I have indeed divulged that on these here tubes. I think he has that in common with maybe more than half the male population under about 65. And quite a few women too. You would be really surprised to hear about some of his other interests. Anyway, he’s a good boss. After all, he puts up with meeeeeee! And I’m not brown-nosing here because, although I’ve told him I am a blahgger, I highly doubt that he reads this. I have to add that he was not terribly happy about shooting sheriffs in that game. He likes to resolve things without violence if he can.

* I never got along with rock concerts very well even when I was a kid. To me, most of that noodling around got boring pretty fast, especially when it was just drumming. Not sure if that was because I was also a serious classical flutist or not. But I could do a whole entry about that and maybe one of these days, I will bore y’all with that…

Talkin’ ’bout my generation. Talkin’ ’bout my generation. My generation…

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