Friday, October 12, 2012

Four minutes, eh?

I woke up this morning with the Madonna (slash) Timberlake song of '4 minutes' stuck in my head (1). The theme of the piece is that the protagonists only have four minutes to save the world; 'Time is waiting We only got 4 minutes to save the world No hesitating Grab a boy, grab a girl'

So as I drank my delish theWife sourced mocha I fired up the '4 minutes clip' up on YouTube, a song, which I presume was a chosen move, that is nearly exactly four minutes in length

It was about halfway through the song that I realised the song's theme and lyrics were violating linear time.

Why? Because if they only have four minutes to save the world that means the clock started when the song started. Therefore the countdown should be reflected within the song except it's not. 

For example the starting lyrics, as voiced by a rapper before Madonna and Timberlake appear to do their athletic sing-dancing, are these.

'I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes'

It should really be this.

'I'm outta time and all I got is 3 minutes 56 seconds, 3 minutes 54 seconds. I'm outta time and all I got is 3 minutes 50 seconds, 3 minutes 48 seconds I'm outta time and all I got is 3 minutes 45 seconds, 3 minutes 42 seconds I'm outta time and all I got is 3 minutes 38 seconds, 3 minutes 35 seconds'

Wake up yourselves Madonna, Timberlake and assorted supporting other artists, and get a fucking stop watch.

Also the title of the song should be 'Four minutes' not '4 minutes' as a number less than 10 is typically spelled out as opposed to reflected in numeral form. And at any rate you shouldn't start a sentence with an actual number; it should always be spelled out even if it's over 10.

So get a fucking Government Style Manual as well.

(1) I was actually woken up by hearing a despairing wail from the lounge-room. I staggered out to see theBoy upset. 'What's wrong, Chooky?' I asked. 'I want to doze with you!' he said, pointing at me, his collection of six Lambys and Fortys (his semi-manky sheep-shaped and bear-shaped sleeping aids) clutched in a big grotty posy in his other hand. So, blinking sleep from my eyes, we went down to the end room and hopped in the end room bed. He fired up some Storyverse action as I sleepily attempted to contribute. Aw, I missed that. He was away for eight days and I've gotten so used to him coming in for morning stories before Mummy gets out of the shower that its absence was keenly felt. Aw.

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