Welcome to the final ever Wonderful World of TechKNOWLEDGEy!*
* Pending no Johnny Farnham comeback specials, that is.
Ahhh, the memories. It seems like only yesterday that we were skimming stones by the fire and toasting marshmallows by the lake. Or something like that.
When I broke the news
last week that this will the final ever lecture, there was LITERALLY a tidal wave of emotion. I FIGURATIVELY was drenched in the stuff.
The degree to which people reacted was very diverse though. Some people cried:
Some people celebrated with fireworks:
Some people put cans of drink in their exceptionally large mouths:
Some "sweet" dogs acted out of sorts:
Some cats acted exactly the way there were supposed to:
A fat man shot a gun:
A skinny woman also shot a gun:
Some people got drunk:
Some people got drunk and became familiar with a strangers fist:
Some people just got drunk and danced:
Ahhh, drunk people dancing to bad music. OH MY, WHAT A LOVELY SEGUE TO THE MAIN POINT OF THIS LECTURE!
If you cast your mind back to the start of the year, you'll know that I fancy myself as quite the musician -
I released a very popular cover version of the best song of all time,
Cars by Gary Numan. I am yet to see any crunchy granola come my way from record sales, but I did tell the record company execs that I only wanted to be paid in one those big novelty cheques, so I presume they're waiting until it's financially viable until they send it on. ANY. DAY. NOW.
So as a final farewell, I have picked up my faithful Pianica (equal parts piano & harmonica) and recorded the second best song of all time -
Popcorn by Hot Butter. I was going to cover Billy Ocean's
Caribbean Queen but why mess with perfection??
Without any further ado, here is Mr Techno1ogy's
Popcorn 95:
Mr Techno1ogy - Popcorn '95
FOUR STEPS TO BECOME A BETTER PERSON:
Step 1.
Download the song.
Step 2. Make a playlist consisting only of that song on repeat 20 times.
Step 3. Burn it to disc.
Step 4. Get into your Camry and crank dat gangsta sheeeeet fo' all your neighbours to hear, even if Mrs Davidson over the road is a massive bitch and complained about the time you held your own Cosplay convention in your front yard. ALRIGHT, I GET IT, YOUR BULBS GOT TROD ON BY MY FRIEND DANIEL, HE HAD LOW VISIBILITY IN HIS IRONMAN SUIT, GEEZUS CHRIST, I DIDN'T COMPLAIN WHEN YOUR HUSBAND HAD A STROKE AND THE AMBULANCE LIGHTS KEPT ME UP FOR 45 MINUTES.
And that my friends, is the end. I hope you enjoyed yourself and learned stacks about mainframez in our time together. If not, just look it up on Google. If that's what you were here for, then that's really what you should have done from the start, to be totally honest.
