A simple music themed blog for Jeff’s "The Soundtrack of Your Life" challenge, and also to dump my thoughts about the 48 Hour Media Challenges when I don’t feel like creating a story or poem from the provided material. I may also add random poetry in here if I feel like it doesn’t qualify for a separate item.
That sounds like a terrible work situation. Some bosses are exploitative, and will wring every last drop of sanity out of their workers. Not all, but some, and often, you don't see it until you're deep into it. Glad you got out of there.
Okay, bear with me, hon, but maybe I'm too dumb as a European to "see", but...
Where are the "bleep-able" words and "strong" content you caught in that song? Actually, I found it pretty good, realistic & authentic... un-censored. Here it would be rather E-rated.
Maybe that "sensitivity" is the reason I so often rate items GC which actually wouldn't "justify" it ... don't wanna step on your (Americans') toes.
Funny how you actually wrote about a completely other song than the one provided (My German teacher called that missing the point (with which she always started her commentary under my "A"s.)
The whole "lecture" around the song was a bit TMI for me, BUT made me curious enough to look up the song as I like at least OneRepublic & Imagine Dragons of the mentioned musicians.
Hope I didn't step on your toes too much. Ye know it's not directed against you but just me being honest. If I trampled on toes, then SORRY.
I immediately thought how difficult it is to google a simple word like "fortnight". The responses are usually ads and companies and websites... anything that makes money... top of the list.
Imagine dragons is palpable, if only for the fact that "Everybody wants to be my enemy" is so deeply connected to a particular time in my health journey. As much as I wanted to refresh my knowledge of Arcane for the next season, I don't know that I can...
though that might just be a bit of flightiness.
Very interesting thoughts about music. And I loved your tappity gif on the newsfeed.
I read your poem and am going to review it, but since it's an entry I can only comment.
* I like the imagery you use in this. It helps me imagine looking through that window seeing all the sounds, sights, and other senses.
* Plus the colored text matches the theme.
This is about as close to poetic form I can manage:
It's refreshing, like a glass of sweet iced tea on a warm Spring day. My ears, nose, eyes soak in its splendour.
You did a good job at the goal and requirements needed.
Today something out of the ordinary happened, which challenged my programming and allowed me to test some of the skills you have installed in me.
I was out on the west side of Lake Arbuckle, gathering data on the local wildlife as usual, when a radio message came in about a boy lost approximately two miles north of my location.
I calculated the potential risks and benefits involved in breaking protocol to aid in the search effort. It didn't seem as though it would be worth possibly exposing myself as a sentient robot to attempt something which might be unsuccessful and require interaction with a large number of people.
As I ran the cost-benefit analysis, a group of forest rangers came out on the shore with a canine. They saw me and inquired if I could join them.
Several new considerations arose as my algorithms rapidly processed the situation. My built-in GPS system reported an empty structure within the range of possibility for a little boy to wander to from the campsite, and a quick radar scan showed me a dry well shaft which he could easily have fallen into.
At this point I calculated it had become an emergency. My photo gallery brought up a candid snapshot of you my creator and your little son, who would be the same age as this missing boy. I knew protocol should be broken.
I informed the rangers and we all headed towards the cabin. They had no idea it was there, and I doubt they believed I knew where I was going. One could hardly blame them; my satellite GPS is far superior to their phones which need to ping an Earth-based tower.
As I came within range of the cabin, I used my infrared scanner to determine there was a source of warmth inside the well shaft. It had to be the boy… unless it was some wild animal which had fallen in. I couldn't make any promises without appearing highly suspicious.
The closer I got, the more indications there were of a human being, until finally I heard him crying. I ran to the opening in the ground and, though uncertain of what exactly I could do, started talking to him in the way I've seen you speak to your little boy when he was in distress.
When they lowered me in, my sensors detected the boy was highly agitated, with a rising pulse and irregular breathing. I hugged him close and whispered,
"Hey kid, we'll be safe on the ground in no time. Pretend I'm a robot coming to pick you up for a ride in my spaceship!"
This made him laugh, and his pulse and breathing settled down as he relaxed and held on to me.
We resurfaced, and everyone cheered and clapped and wanted to hug me. I did my best to downplay the rescue, especially since they started plying me with questions about how I knew where he was.
At the shoreline, I waved goodbye to the search team and resumed standard procedures. I hope you'll excuse my unexpected break from protocol, dear creator; you'll surely understand it was something I couldn't not do, with what I'm capable of.
A standard report of my collected daily environmental data follows.
Word Count: 550.
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