April 27th, 2010

Rex Dart Eskimo Spy!

Concatenation of Idears

So the other night, Patton was on cable. (Because, y'know, Patton is always on cable.)

This morning, on my friends list, I come upon a "musical tribute to Mel Brooks." And then in a vintage ads community, an advertisement for a company that makes Army rations, specifically for "men in tanks."

Unbidden, and without the slightest hint of mercy, my mind immediately comes up with the idea of Rommell and his men, singing:

We're men! We're men in tanks!
We roam around the desert looking for Yanks!
We're men! We're men in taaaaanks!
We shoot up the natives and take R. and R. with skanks!
We maaaaay look like Nazis
but that's because that's exactly what we are! (bus. -- look around confused at line that doesn't work)
We're men! We're men in tanks!
And we'd rather be in Europe, beating up on Franks!

La laaaa, la-la-la-la-laaaa-la, la-la-la-la-laaaa-la...

See? SEE? This is the kind of brain I have to contend with! *sobs*

-The Gneech
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Archie do

On the Other Hand...

Credit where credit is due. Much as I complain about my brain, as I was warming up my coffee this morning, the essential plot of my current story unfolded in my mind rather suddenly and without warning. I still don't have the sequence of events worked out yet, but I at least have the groundwork necessary for the story to happen.

So thanks, brain!

-The Gneech
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