Just finished a piece of marketing collateral for a new high performance computer, code name “Road Runner”. In a nut, this supercomputer, built for the Department of Energy's National Nuclear Security Administration, will help ensure the U.S. nuclear weapons stockpile is safe and reliable without testing and possibly eradicating us all to dust.
I now cannot get the “Roadrunner” theme song out of me head. Don’t know it? You must not be a) older than 40 or b) a long-ago fan of Saturday morning Looney Toons and The Bugs Bunny / Road Runner Hour. Ahh, Saturday morning cartoons. Kids today really got the fuzzy end of the lollipop; with cartoon cable channels and DVD’s at the ready, cartoons aren’t special, as sacred as they were to those who arose early each weekend, big bowl of Cookie Crunch cereal in the lap and wearing jammies that smelled like our warm sleep. We sat and gazed for hours on end. You knew it was all over when “Soul Train” came on.
Unfortunately, the tune, in its entirety, now loops in my head and occasionally bursts from my throat. I’ll be singing it all fucking day. I don’t recall everything I learned in college, but dammit if I don’t have surprising pockets of useless stuck in my gray matter.