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One of my dreams involved being attractive to a member of the opposite sex (what was funny about the dream was that the member in question is about the least likely to fall into such a state, particularly with me as the object), and the other involved staying in this awesome cantilevered hotel that you could rotate with foot pedals. To choose who got to operate the foot pedals, we pelted our choice with nuts.

Children's songs are so much fun. Especially the ones that are subliminally violent. There is a peculiar rush that comes from listening to saccharine voices sing:

The king was in his court, counting all his money
The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden, hanging up the clothes
When a blackbird came and snipped off her nose.

...followed by the more well-known part

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye
Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing
Now wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?

I realize this is an old rhyme with hidden political meanings and whatnot, but I have to say that hearing it put to music as a children's song, sung by children and high-voiced adults, was a profoundly hilarious experience, especially since they saw fit to include the nose-snipping bit.

Reality check. Need I say more? Oh, and happy belated Father's Day, by the way.