MediocreMan

Pink Floyd Fan? · 31 January 2026

Dark Side of the Moon album cover by George Hardie
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I am not a Pink Floyd fan. Not really anyway. Even if it seems like it.

I have used a smattering of Pink Floyd lyrics in my blog posts over the years. Which is odd because I am not a Pink Floyd fan. In fact, there was at least a time in my life when I really did not like Pink Floyd at all. I actually liked school (to some degree) when The Wall came out. And I never listened to the whole song to find out why they were singing that they did not need no education. I did like the part about not needing no thought control. But I thought that overall the song was an indictment of all things education, which I was not behind. So I decided that I did not like the song. Or the group that sang the song.

I was also in a phase of my life when I did not like much that was popular. I wanted to be a contrarian. I wanted to hate everything that everybody else loved. But that is impossible to do. After all, everybody does not like the same things. Even if you just think of not liking what is popular. (I did not realize until much later that being a contrarian is really just going along with the crowd, because by being contrary to the norm you recognize it as the norm. And thus give it credence. Who knew?)

At any rate.

To add insult to injury, I had a roommate in college who listened to The Wall every day. Literally. And literally not in the sense people use it today where literally is not literally at all, but merely figuratively. (What is the deal with that?) My roommate would have that album (yes, vinyl) playing every single day when I went back to our room. Every. Single. Day. (I actually ended up moving from that dorm room, not because of my roommate’s singular taste in music but because I wanted to be closer to my younger brother. But that is a different story.)

My roommate had headphones on most of the time, but I couild still hear the words:

We don’t need no education.
We don’t need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

I suppose that even if he did not have those headphones on, I would still have heard the words. Over and over and over again.

All we are is just a…
…nother brick in the wall.

I must say that as I think about it now, not liking something because it is popular or because somebody else really likes it is not a good way to judge things. We must be discerning based on other criteria. Or at least we should be. And as I think about it now, I think I should even think about my statement about not being a Pink Floyd fan. After all, I still hear the guitar solos as well as the words of that song. All these years later.

So while I said I am not a Pink Floyd fan at the beginning of this post, I am not sure anymore. I suppose at the very least, I am sympathetic to the song lyrics. After all, I do not want to be… Just another brick in the wall.

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Lyrical Blog Post · 24 January 2026

Hey you. Do you ever just say stuff that ends up being song lyrics? Yeah. Me neither.

Okay. Yes, I do. Sometimes, like when it is Saturday. In the Park. Maybe even on the Fourth of July. That is when I get those lyrics in my head. And then I hear the songs too. Even the people talking turn into song lyrics. It is rather an interesting phenomenon. But I welcome it. With open arms.

But there are times when it is annoying too. Like when I get a jingle stuck in my head. Two all beef patties. Special sauce. Ugh. I sometimes even hear it backwards. Bun seed sesame… (By the way, I learned the Big Mac ingredients song lyrics backward a long time ago, but I still remember it. Really. I am sure that I spent way too much time doing it. But I probably did it because somebody told me I could not. Ah well. The things that take up space in my head.)

Well, I thought that lyrics would just spring into my head when I had the idea for this blog post. I mean, c’mon. I could live my glory days. They have not passed me by. But here I am somewhere in the middle of this blog post and lyrics are not coming to mind. Or are they?

What I really should have done was plan this blog post. I should have thought of a bunch of song lyrics and interspersed them thoughout. I should have thought about different subjects that have songs associated with them. I mean really, that might have impressed somebody much. But not me. That don’t impress me much. No.

At any rate.

I was going to mention something about Ophelia, but I do not know the lyrics to that song. Just a bit of the tune. Catchy. At least to a certain extent. And that woman in red in the video. I am not a Swifty, but I like some of her songs. She is quite talented.

I know. I am rambling. I suppose I have rambling on my mind. Or is rambling just a state of mind. Like a holiday. Time to celebrate. And if we really think about it, many days can be like holidays. Or maybe we should just treat each day as a gift. (Yes. That is why they call it the present.)

Okay. Now I am just being silly. Spewing forth idioms and sayings and such. Ah well. Nothing like a MediocreMan post. It does remind me of Jibber Jabber. That was a fun post. I wrote the whole thing with Jibber Jabber. Or at least I thought I did. Until I read it. A bunch of Jibber Jabber, but not every word. I guess it is better than Yabba dabba doo. Meet the Flintstones. Hmm. I suppose this could be the tale of the castaway blog post. (Yeah. Unfortunately, I remember lots of TV show songs too. More things taking up space in my head.)

Well, that is about it. I do not have a plethora of song lyrics in my head that I can just put into a blog post (although they come unbidden when I am in conversation). Still, I did get quite a few in there. Some were just close, but that is okay. It is Saturday (as I am writing this), but I am not in the park. And it is definitely not the Fourth of July. Still, I am going to call out again because I wonder.

Hello… Is there anybody out there?

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Is There Anybody out There? · 17 January 2026

Hello… Is there anybody out there?

If you heard the echoes of “Hello” as you read the above, then maybe you are also hearing Pink Floyd in your head right now. And that is okay. As long as they do not think my post needs to come down because I used a few words from their song and mentioned their group’s name.

Of course, that would be silly. I would love people to quote me and mention my name. Or my moniker. MediocreMan. That would be fantastic. Point people to my blog and my books. That would be quite amazing.

At any rate.

I do wonder if anybody is out there. Rather if anybody out there on the whole interweb is reading this silly blog. I do. Wonder, that is. It is not that I am insecure or anything. I just wonder because I do not check my stats or my email as much as I used to. I really should do that. Check both of them. Just to see if anybody is out there.

I do know that spammers are out there. They make themselves known in many ways. Mostly through spam. I hate that. Spam spam spam spam. Sounds like a bad Monte Python skit. Or at least a song. (I hope I do not get in trouble for that either. Sheesh.)

I know that it is silly thinking about an audience. After all, I would write whether I had any audience or not. I just cannot stop writing. It is a blessing. Or a curse. Depending on how you look at it. I suppose it is a glass half full sort of thing. I like to write. I think writing is a gift from God. But at the same time, I wonder if it might also be a curse. I feel like I must write all the time. Just like I feel like I must breathe all the time. Of course with breathing, it is definitely more than a feeling. It really is a necessity. (I wonder if I might get in trouble with Boston for those words.)

I wonder if that might be a blog post. Getting in trouble for posting phrases from songs. Then again, maybe a whole blog post with just song lyrics. That might be interesting. It might even be an idea that I would welcome with open arms. Hmm. (Oops. More lyrics.)

At any rate.

I do sometimes wonder if this whole blogging experiment has run its course. I wonder if my few faithful readers (both real and imaginary) would even miss me if I missed a week or two or more. But I suppose it does not really matter. I would still write. Truly. Whether anybody read my posts or not.

And yes. If a tree falls in the woods but nobody is around to hear it, it still makes a sound. And so it is with blogging. If a blogger posts on the internet but nobody reads, is he (or she) still a writer? Yes. I think so. And at this point in my life, I would no longer say that I am an aspiring writer. I am a writer. Maybe not a writer who very many people read, but I am a writer.

I hope that somebody is out there reading. But if not that is okay. Still, I do wonder. Is there anybody out there?

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