Another trip through the warp

Just back from my third MRI, this time for the decrepit shoulder. Meditations are:

• You get the sound effects whether they're zapping your head or not. They are just not as loud when it's some other body part.
  
• Why is it that no two machines have the same sound track? This one sounded like callouts from the original Star Trek during a rippin' good space battle with the Klingons.
• Either the operator's choice of music was guided by serendipity, or he had a sense of the appropriate as twisted as mine. First choice was Les Patineurs, which absolutely could not complete with the Klingons. But then, we moved on to selections from Act One of Die Gotterdammerung. Now there is a bit of music that can hold its own with an interstellar conflict. Next time, I'll compile my own Wagner selection. Maybe I should also audition the machine.
  
• Sidebar for the curious. Tonight's tech was an ex submariner, who mentioned in passing that the inside of an MRI machine is just slightly wider than a torpedo tube. He could attest to this by having been inside both. I find the environs soothing, but it's not for the claustrophobic.

I decided the experience justified a visit to the reborn Chandler's Ice Cream: about time.