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Background #1: One of my favorite songs is "Dedo mili, zlatni" (Dear precious grandpa--or, in literal Macedonian word order, Grandpa dear, golden) Here's a version of it. The words are better than the visuals: it's just a bunch of things Grandpa and Grandma do around the place, like fishing and cooking peppers, and the chorus asserts that Grandpa is Grandma's first boyfriend and her sweetypie. I think the tune is catchy and infectious. Also sometimes it makes me mad because where's my old man? Of course he wasn't my first boyfriend, but I was still pretty damned young when I threw my lot in with him. Not the point.
EDIT: Here is a much cuter version!
Background #2: on the way to a family thing yesterday, the fellows were making a long string of jokes about robots.
The thing that I take away from this is the desire to have a song "Dedo mili, robotni" but I am afraid it wouldn't mean "Dear grandpa who is like a robot" but "Dear slavish grandpa."
Oh well. But cyborg grandpa has a bit of appeal. Maybe if we'd been a generation later, I'd have got that deal for him.
This was not supposed to be maudlin, damn it.
EDIT: Here is a much cuter version!
Background #2: on the way to a family thing yesterday, the fellows were making a long string of jokes about robots.
The thing that I take away from this is the desire to have a song "Dedo mili, robotni" but I am afraid it wouldn't mean "Dear grandpa who is like a robot" but "Dear slavish grandpa."
Oh well. But cyborg grandpa has a bit of appeal. Maybe if we'd been a generation later, I'd have got that deal for him.
This was not supposed to be maudlin, damn it.
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