Brandonisms

Winagahna (win-nah-gah-nah) - good; usage: "You're a winagahna mommy."¹ "Ooot nacks are winagahna."

This differs from most prior Brandonisms in that it is not a creative adjustment to an existing word, but an entirely new creation. Its origin is, perhaps, rooted in the Muppet Show song Mahna Mahna, as it substitutes nicely into that tune.


¹: Additional note on usage: In the above example, note that mommy is winagahna. This is not combined with the usage of the suffix "-ah", which is wielded to bug the heck out of mommyah. =)

Sorrow's End

Sorrow's End
By Everett A Warren
August 21, 1990

Wading through the decadence... society,
Creatures of our own sense of timelessness,
Caught within the grip of modern life.

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.

Take hold of your senses... see reality,
Drawn in the battle with self-righteousness,
Mourn in despair the tests and tribulations.

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.
Mistaken shadows... Spectres of tomorrow.

Run far away... Hidden from yourself.
Run far away... Find sorrow's end.

Production of ignorance... trying to be free,
Mysteries remain to be solved to bring happiness,
Human psychology.... is it science or religion?

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.

Make your path through the masses... difference,
Desperate actions tempered with kindness,
See the strength inside, inner strength prevails.

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.
Mistaken shadows... Spectres of tomorrow.

Run far away... Hidden from yourself.
Run far away... Find sorrow's end.

Run and hide and be free to live in misery,
Hide the light inside and drift away,
No, you know that it is wrong.

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.
Mistaken shadows... Spectres of tomorrow.

Pull from the edge... Strive to go on.
Don't run away... Revealed for all to see.

Run and hide and be free to live in misery,
Hide the light inside and drift away,
No, you know that it is wrong.

Copyright (c) 1990 Everett Ambrose Warren

Busy Day

I may or may not get the order correct on these.

Ahem.

Cleared stuff off top of dresser. This included a recorder, a chanter, a small Russian zither, two seashell framed mirrors made by Deb's grandfather, a television set, and a ton of other stuff. We boxed the arts & crafts stuff in the top drawer, and then discovered VHS tapes in the second drawer. To get at the dresser, I had to drag away two totes full of VHS tapes from the other 3 drawers, which I had thought left only the arts & crafts stuff. So now we had a drawer full of tapes and no free totes. Stripped the drawers out of the dresser and headed downstairs. Ate some lunch.

Used the wet/dry vac in its additional role of wolf spider & web remover to clean off the rack gear and two 2x12 cabs. Hauled them out of the garage and to the library. Vacuumed off as much as we could of the boxes of books and the garage window that has been completely inaccessible since the day we moved in. Took the vacuum downstairs, cleaned up the floor area and cleared a spot to drop the dresser - our "pallet" - and then brought the vac back upstairs to the garage. Brought the dresser and drawers downstairs, dropped it on its back and popped the drawers in. Drank some ice tea.

I pulled boxes out, sorted some books and things out, and Justin lugged them downstairs. Mr B watched Rachel. Or vice versa. Justin carried about twenty or so boxes of books down and stacked them on the dresser. We switched jobs at some time. He cleaned, I still sorted - pulling out my childrens book collection, mostly - and I carried about another twenty boxes down stairs. We're about halfway through bringing the books downstairs. We'll need the three pallets - as I eventually want to retire the dresser in that role - to handle the entire lot. We did clear out enough around the air hockey table to be able to get it out, but only Mr. B possessed the energy required, and, as he is about head-height with the table, isn't really able to carry it on his own.

Brought Rachel to her friend's house - she's camping out tonight, in a tent almost up against the house. In final cleanup - after boxing some toys that were brought out, and while carrying magazines to recycling, we had an altercation with a spider larger than Mr. B's foot. It backed off from chomping on his morsel-sized toes when I yelled, and again when I hollered for Justin. I was wearing socks, and was guessing he'd throw me if I tried to step on him. Justin took a few tries to get something clear - I had wanted him to see this monster. He did, and jumped and ran. Eventually I steadied him, and we almost had him. He went up the garage door, which was held up a bit so he could run outside. I tried to escort him out with a stick - leaning over the trash cans and some other stuff that kept me from him - and he reacted by grabbing the stick and thwacking me over head with it. Well, not quite. He did grab the stick. I tried to toss it out the door, but Justin jumped back and the door dropped. The spider ran for cover behind some stuff between the two doors. Justin fetched the spider eater, and I moved stuff away and started cleaning the area working my way towards him. He wasn't under the bag of salt, but behind the last thing - a plastic jug of ice melter. He fought valiantly against the suction, but, in the end, he lost.

While we were eating supper, Deb came back from her day in NYC watching the Yankees lose. After eating, I set up the rack gear. It still does its volume-by-automatic-control thing, which will keep me from using it in front of a crowd. A real shame, because when it stays at the intended volume, it sounds beautiful. I did notice I'm using the neck pickup a lot more than I used to, and the tube overdrive sound I'm using really only sounds good with the bridge pickup. I think if I replace the power amp - something that won't happen for a long time, if ever - the rest will work well enough to perform live. At that point I'll mess with tweaking another sound to use with the neck pickup.

After all that, while we're completely exhausted, we realize that all the stuff that had been on the dresser was on my bed. At least the television was an exception to that - we brought that down right away. Couldn't lift it now if someone was going to pay me. =)

Bed now. Cookout tomorrow.