sovay | I'd tell you the whole story, but you wouldn't believe me if I did

I aten't dead. I have had the main theme to The Magnificent Seven (1960) stuck in my head on and off for a week now, which is not an optimal situation. It's been suggested that I attempt to drive it out with some other earworm, but I'm a little concerned they'd just crossbreed.

Today: saw the Hokusai exhibit at the MFA with

rushthatspeaks, had adzuki bean ice cream at Gracie's, was shown the magnificence of nature that is David Attenborough and the greater bird of paradise. Ended up seeing Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) for the second time in theaters and the first time in the main house of the Somerville Theatre, where it was very loud. Was joined by

derspatchel for about half an hour after he got off work and before he made a seltzer run to Store 18, during which time we were the only people in the balcony. Am now awake because I had a three-hour conversation when I was just expecting to go home, noodle around on the computer, go to bed; I regret nothing.

In short, an unexpectedly social and not at all unpleasant day. Now if I can just get to sleep before the jackhammers wake up.

ladymondegreen, I think they're an invasive species.

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Given that jackhammers are the genetically engineered children of hammerhead sharks and jackalopes with evolutionary support from their heavy rock and metal diets, we may need to import bridge trolls to outsmart and eat them, and that's just asking for trouble given the fact that the Big Dig is finally on the verge of wrapping up.

They don't have a lot of other natural predators, though sometimes steamrollers have been know to wipe out entire nests of young. It's hard to know if that's based on competition for resources or the sheer oblivious of a steamroller going walkabout. Steamrollers caught in the throes of a dream quest are an unconscious force to be reckoned with.

I'd tell you the whole story, but you wouldn't believe me if I did

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