Ruby Blue, Dooby Blue, and Dloo

Yesterday I posted "Fruit bats and the Primitive Man," with a relatively obscure Scottish folk-pop band called Ruby Blue playing a key role in the syncs.

That night, I happened to see on /pol/ a story about someone called Ruby Rose, who is apparently some kind of teevee person from Australia. The story itself is disgusting and thankfully irrelevant, but the name -- Ruby plus a color other than red -- is a sync. Pink corundum is normally classified as a sapphire rather than a ruby, and sapphire usually connotes blue, so there's even an indirect link to that specific color.

Thinking about the name Ruby Blue reminded me of an old post from 2011 called "Train accident; Dooby Blue; green newspaper (August 21, 2011)," which was part of an inconclusive experiment with Dunne-style dream precognition. In the dream, I asked my wife to "call Dooby Blue," and in my commentary I said that that part of the dream had likely been inspired by the fact that shortly before the dream she had been asking me to call someone named Ruby Wu. So that's an even tighter Ruby-Blue link.

Blue, together with a name that has had its first letter replaced with D, reminded me of a poem my sister wrote at the age of maybe five or six, about a woman called Dloo. (She had meant to write Blue; at that age she was so prone to this particular error that it earned her the nickname Amder. Яussiaи influence, no doubt.) It was sadly never canonized in the Scarlet Notebook (I dutifully scrolled through all the poems in there, including such forgotten classics as "Man, What Nitrate Do You Emit?" and "Encase Thy Foes in Salt," to confirm that), but fortunately I have an excellent memory for this kind of nonsense. (For things I'm supposed to pick up at the supermarket, not so much.) Plus or minus a few additional spelling errors, I'm confident that I have it verbatim:

there was an old lady who went by dloo

one day a man asct her what to do

dloo said sir ill tell you what to do

the trouble is i don't know what to do

so the man went away saying goo goo what'll i do

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, amirite? I'm not sure what this little piece adds to the sync stream, but I couldn't very well just leave it out.