Many schools ago,for some reason we had these long thick glass thermometers. I had good taste in music up to this point,and my cassette tape collection was in alphabetical order.Not the records,but it's not like I owned the craptons of music junkyard maybe I will listen to it someday or some other bonehead will give me thirty bucks for it type of situation I have today. Wait,school.Specifically chemistry,or maybe biology.Thermometers. In stead of learning or pretending to listen to the agenda I was bouncing the thermometer between my outstretched fingers,like mumbeltypeg I believe it was called,faster bip-dip-bip,until the thing slipped and skidded and of course broke all over the table and the thermometer jabbed into my hand and I watched the drops of mercury go dribble dribble all over the bloody wound and probably into my circulatory system which I think helps explain my unhealthy enjoyment of the far out sounds that normal people think are not even music. [youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJ23wkRjRH0] And if you think I am lacking in copies of "she blinded me with science" then think again. My vison is okay for someone of my advancing years,even underwater.