Week Seventeen: Epic music during everyday stuff

THE MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK

Every morning, the opening blast to Star Wars announces the start of his day. Sometimes the Imperial March tells him it's really time to get up, but usually John Williams gets it right the first time.

Getting ready, that's Titanic in its entirety. His mornings are about anticipation, excitement, perhaps romance...? The day could bring anything! But if he's not sitting down at his desk by the time the ship sinks, his supervisors are going to issue him another warning. 

Does he spend eight hours a day writing code for computer programs even he does not understand? No, certainly he does not, though that is a common misconception—He is Frodo accepting his quest, he is Aragorn struggling with the love of two beautiful women and a destiny he is not sure he wants, he is Gandalf the Grey plummeting with the Balrog of Morgoth through the darkest depths, a defiant cry on his lips and a blazing sword in his hand. 

After lunch, he is William Wallace's youth, secret marriage, betrayal, revenge, war, and freedom! After work, he is the rightful captain of the Black Pearl. Back at home, he is on a helicopter landing on the lush Costa Rican island of Isla Nublar, about to learn that everything old is new again.

At night, he is the Spaniard. His day is at an end, but he is victorious. What he does in this life echoes in eternity. He bushes his teeth. He dreams.

In the morning, the opening blast to Star Wars announces the start of his day.

Week Sixteen: Characters that spontaneously break into song

REASONABLE CLAWS

They sing to me.

They sing in a language they believe to be mine, but it emphatically is not. 

In fact, to call it singing at all is charitable. And I may be many things, but here is what I am not: in a charitable mood.

Exhibit A: The lyrics are, clearly, "Whoa we're halfway there; whoa-oh! Livin' on a prayer!"

Not, I'm quite certain you will agree, "Meowwww me-meow meow meow meow; REOWW-OW! Meow me-meow meow meow!"

Exhibit B: Never have or will I utter this "meow" of theirs. You may call it onomatopoeia. I call it reasonable cause.

But perhaps I have said too much. They are asleep now, and tonight their bedroom door is open.

You could say, perhaps, that I am halfway there. Meow. Ow. And they don't have a prayer?

Anyway, I have plenty of time to work on it.

...They don't.