Thursday, August 20, 2009

A Ghost Is Born.

My knee started acting up last night, probably been pushing it too hard at work. Which means that when I got up this morning it locked up when I walked the stairs, so I am staying home today, sadly. I have been home one time before because of my knee, and that time the doctor said that it could help with injections of, wait for it, rooster-comb-oil! Yup, that's it, rooster-comb-oil.
This really makes me wonder, and I when say wonder, I really mean it, there are no googling, twittering or calling friends for answers, just thoughts floating in the air like injured seagulls in a northern coastal town of Scotland.
Is it really the oil from the combs of roosters, or is it just a really bad/excellent name? And if it really is the oil from roosters, how do they get it? And even more importantly, how did they find out that it is good to inject into the knees of injured mailmen? Who was the first that they tried this on? And how come he agreed to try it?

While you mull this over I will leave you with a few words from Mogwai:

What is the greatest secret of Mogwai?

Major to relative minor + delayed guitar = girls crying

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