There it is. I didn't do the complicated piano bits during the singing though. One can improvise their own right-hand part if one is going to sing it, I guess. I just stuck with the melody for the right hand.
This was pondered on Facebook after I posted that I had realized that some of the destroyed coastal towns in northeast Japan had been extensively covered a couple years ago by Street View on Google Maps -- every street and alley can be "walked" down.
Now that these towns have been obliterated, what will Google do with all these images? I have in the past wondered if Google would someday simply replace old images with "updates". But this is something different. These Street View images now are very much an historical record of what used to be -- before it was all washed away.
While the town of Kesennuma only has its main road in Street View, I noticed that, at the point where a popular video of the tsunami was taken, you can see schoolgirls walking along the street. It made me wonder. We've heard so much from survivors that they had to abandon their elderly relatives or coworkers to escape the tsunami -- but what of the kids in those schools at the coast? No school buses, no time for them to walk home after the earthquake... Was an entire generation of school children lost? I've certainly seen a boat full of elementary kids who had been rescued, and a blanketed corpse of a child. So I'm thinking the schools just had the kids move to the top floor, which obviously wasn't enough in many cases. Yet, I haven't heard anything about it. I guess it's literally a morbid curiosity.
Sherri Stoner just asked people, for fun, "What are some Slappy cartoons you'd like to see?"
I thought about it at work today, and this short scene coalesced in my head:
SLAPPY is asleep. But she is wakened suddenly by a loud noise somewhat like a jackhammer.
SLAPPY Oh, for the love of Charlie Sheen...
She rises and moves to her window high in her tree house, opening it. She yells below.
SLAPPY Hey! Keep it down, will ya! Who do you think you are--
She stops herself as she notices the noise was not from a jackhammer and a construction worker, but some small device operated by BRAIN. Near Brain stands PINKY.
SLAPPY Sheesh, the labor union must be downsizing.
From the mice's level now. Brain looks up to Slappy's window.
BRAIN Actually, we are genetically engineered lab mice involved in an intricate plan to take over the world.
SLAPPY Yeah? Well, I'm a chronologically engineered squirrel involved in a very simple plan of TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP!
She pulls her head back into her house. Brain, unfazed, prepares to continue working with his noisy gadget. Pinky remains looking up toward Slappy's window.
PINKY Egad, Brain! I think that was Slappy Squirrel!
Brain re-activates the device, not really caring for the answer.
PINKY Oh, I LOVE her cartoons! Zort!
As Brain speaks, Pinky's face, still looking up, becomes alarmed. On "you", he moves hurriedly O/S.
BRAIN Pinky, how many times do I have to tell you: Cartoons aren't real!
Brain is oblivious both to Pinky's disappearance and to the growing shadow on his head. BLAM! The screen is filled with dust. As it clears, Pinky's head peeks into shot, and we see bits of Brain's gadget as well as bits of wood, wire and piano keys, all surrounding a beaten and battered Brain. He raises his head weakly.
And at the beginning of the only snowstorm we've had all year (we're kinda desperate to get some snow here; it's where our drinking water comes from, so you people back East, please give us our snow back), we shot some video as we walked down the street to the mailbox, showing the neighborhood and some outside Christmas decorations on our house and the neighbors'. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3V0X8tWl5ro