It’s Not the First of May Without Jonathan Coulton

It’s a hallowed tradition here on Whatever to play “First of May” by Jonathan Coulton on the first of May, provided I can remember to do so. I remembered! So crank it up, provided you are not some place where a sprightly song about springtime fornication will in fact get you in trouble. In which case, maybe headphones are appropriate.

16 Comments on “It’s Not the First of May Without Jonathan Coulton”

  1. So, now I belive I know the ASL sign for “Fuck”. I feel greatly enriched by this knowledge.

  2. Love this song: anyone who can rhyme “big toe” and “in flagrante delicto” is all right in my book. That said, here in London it is eminently not the right weather for what Mr Coulton is suggesting – although early April would have been ideal.

  3. Jason Erik Lundberg – Singapore – Author, editor, anthologist, sushi lover: Strange Mammals, Red Dot Irreal, BNSSS, Fish Eats Lion, Bo Bo and Cha Cha, etc. Founding Editor of LONTAR.
    Jason Erik Lundberg

    Reblogged this on Jason Erik Lundberg and commented:
    It’s the first of May. You know what that means.

  4. I remembered to play this song first, in my car on the way to work this morning. Cmpletely forgot last year. Not always fully awake at that point.

  5. CRash – Fledgling writer still trying to figure out how to properly flap those wings. Occasionally I draw things.

    Probably not wise to perform this action on the first of May in Phoenix – you’re likely to get awkward sunburns. 93 degrees here today.

  6. The “I am Arthur Andersen” shirt is an interesting touch. That must date from, what, 2002?

  7. *Just finished* playing the last track of Best. Concert. Ever. on house stereo, then poured myself a large house blend and Fired up the ‘fox to find this timely reminder…

    To flatmate: “It IS a tradition – just ask Mr. Scalzi!”

  8. Donna Leonard – Southern California – I like to write, read, knit, crochet, watch movies, watch way too much television, listen to music and play Drawsomething 2 somewhat obsessively, not necessarily in that order. You can find my irregular blog at: 3 kids: Twenty-three-year-old boy/girl twins, and a thirteen-year-old girl. 3 cats: fourteen-year-old female, three-year-old female, and a two-year-old male
    Donna Leonard

    Just forwarded this to my husband. He thinks it is a fine tradition and believes we should follow the suggestions alluded to in the song. Immediately. Bye!

  9. Don’t have headphones or speakers on this computer… but I know ASL so it works! And I still managed to feel a bit weird watching it at work even though no one around me has a clue what any of those guys are saying.

    Also, the ASL version of Re: Your Brains is beyond awesome

  10. That’s it. I am starting a petition to have the Australian calendar re jigged so that I can sing this song in context, in public, without danger of chilblains. Finally, a worthy cause to dedicate my life to!

  11. Northern Europeans started last night. Cum on, CanAmeriBrits, do you want to fall behind the socialists in yet another category!?!

    Here’s some George to get you in the mood:

    @ zephi42

    So, now I belive I know the ASL sign for “Fuck”.

    Given the “chorus” signed by the backup singers, it’d be hard to ever forget it!

    @ codersquid

    definitely turn the subtitles on.

    They were somewhat…interpretative, weren’t they?

    @ Sunidesus

    And I still managed to feel a bit weird watching it at work even though no one around me has a clue what any of those guys are saying.

    As far as you know. Whenever interlocutors switch into Spanish like it’s a secret code, I enjoy appearing oblivious.

  12. Cheri Portman – As long as I can remember, I've wanted to write - and done so in bits and pieces, in paragraphs, in rambling journal entries... I've even written hundreds and hundreds of pages in a forever-to-be unfinished novel (be thankful....). But I'm growing up (Maybe? What does that mean?), and It's time to move past unformed bits and pieces. It's time to learn to write for an audience. To be consistent, to write with purpose. And, of course, to share what I'm sure is my entirely unique view of the world with everyone else. And so pencilhugger is born. Because I love pencils, and the lines that come from them. Okay, and I love computers, and the internet. And all that, too.
    Cheri Portman

    Laughed. Out loud. Forwarding to The Mr.

  13. OMG!!! I thought I was the only one!
    I’m annoying the holy hell out of my offspring singing along!
    I’ve also flooded facebook..
    I added this blog, to prove it’s not just me

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