I’ve been doing quite a bit of packing the past few days in preparation for the big move into our new house, but have nevertheless had an unexpectedly satisfying weekend thanks to my good friend the Interwebnet. Follow along after the jump if you’re interested in an extended glimpse into my brain.

I was watching Flea Market Montgomery on YouTube, as I typically do at least nine times each day, and clicked on a Brookers video under the Director Videos links. (Yeah, I watch Brookers’ videos. So what? Don’t even try to front. You know you do, too.) Noticed she has a few cute animal videos listed among her favorites. Clicked on the “Kittens at Lunch !!!” video. (Outstanding song selection.) Then clicked on the “Kittens take their first steps” video under the Related links. Noted that it, too, was set to distinctive music: “Music for a Found Harmonium” by the Penguin Cafe Orchestra, according to agingrocker120. Checked in at Wikipedia to read a bit about PCO. Thought “Harmonium” sounded a lot like some other piece of music on which I couldn’t quite put my finger. Popped over to iTunes to check out other PCO tracks. Learned “Harmonium” is the second best-selling track, behind “Perpetuum Mobile.” (Thanks for the PCO uploads, bendingsyllables of Rice Lake, Wisconsin.) Realized Perpetuum is the song of which Harmonium reminded me. Further realized Perpetuum is the song I’ve been curious about since the 1980s, when, if I recall correctly, it was featured in an IBM commercial frequently broadcast on Sunday mornings during “This Week with David Brinkley,” which I watched with inexplicable dedication given the fact that I was about 10 at the time. (Don’t even talk to me about “This Week with George Stephanopoulos.” He’s a laughable little man, nearly invisible when viewed in the considerable shadow still cast by the late David Brinkley.) Also realized Perpetuum was used to good effect in “The Center of the World,” the final installment of Ric Burns‘ “New York: A Documentary Film,” as well as any number of other advertisements, TV shows and movies requiring a sweeping track with an inspirational edge. Recalled Kathleen‘s suggestion last weekend that Philippe Petit recreate his extraordinary high-wire walk between the World Trade Center towers, featured prominently in the Burns documentary, by scooting between One City Plaza and Two City Plaza, two adjacent and stupidly hulking condominium towers in downtown West Palm Beach. Chuckled.

I also ran across, to my indescribable delight, a few episodes of “The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross” on YouTube, (See: “A Happy Little Desert Scene, Part 1“) and have been listening to them in the background while packing today. You give that man a knife and fan brush and he’ll paint … well, he’ll paint yet another ludicrously idyllic landscape, actually. But I just can’t get enough of his dulcet voice and relaxing manner. My brain feels a bit numb after four hours of non-stop Ross, actually. And I’m unaccountably certain that the master bedroom in our new house should be painted either phthalo blue or van dyke brown. Upon further consideration, however, it occurs to me now that my slightly less than lucid brain state very possibly could be a totally unforeseeable consequence of the combination of Benadryl I’ve been taking to combat an allergy attack and the Samuel Adams Summer Styles mix pack that I’ve been sampling liberally. Something to keep an eye on.

Finally, have Tiger Woods’ guns grown frighteningly large, or was he just wearing an unusually tight shirt during the final round of the U.S. Open on Sunday? Seriously, the guy looks huge.