one horned, one eyed, flying
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2020.07.17
The Girl was at home today with me as The Boy and Mari were off for his entrance interview and exam for a private school. The Girl was listening to a song that faintly reminded me of something. I realized that it was "Flying Purple People Eater" and told her to look it up on Youtube. I told her, "It came out when Grandma was around your age."
She said, "Is it this?"
I said, "Yup."
I've noticed that Youtube's recommendation algorithms are hopelessly confused by the stuff I wind up searching for. A strange combination of guesses on "how to's" (e.g. how to open a can in a country without can openers!) and things I want to find for the kids and random music and economics stuff. Mwahahaha.