- Don't you love it when you ask one simple question (i.e., "Do you know when this will be done?") and you get 5 + minutes of coulda, woulda, shoulda?
- I wanted to slap myself for it, but I still wondered, "What if Joel Madden & Lionel Richie got together and recorded some lullabies for the new babe? Would we hear 'I Don't Wanna Stop Dancing on the Ceiling' or 'Hello, Riot Girl?'" I mean, I'd be lying to you if I told you I didn't want to hear "The Young and the Hopeless Penny Lover."
- Christina Aguilera is still my girl. I took her side when the media set her up against that other all-too-ubiquitous person and for years, thatgirl has been sangin' her tail off -- perhaps no finer example than last year's Grammy tribute to James Brown. To' it down, she did. Anyway, I read she had her baby and what. a. lovely, lovely name.
- I'm sure you do, but do you ever have those days when you're just unable to hear anything your co-workers might say to you? There are certainly days when you wish you couldn't or didn't hear, and those are the times when much to your dismay you hear every little thing; but then there are days like today, when a shouting match takes place or someone sprays a can of lysol for 15 seconds straight and I just didn't even notice. That's one blessing counted, I say.
- This usually happens, but I decided last week to start jotting down posting topics & snippets. I logged about 8 pages, and when I signed on to write some of that down today, this stuff poured out instead. Typical.
- So, if it's only 9:32 a.m., there's nothing wrong with pining for the heaviest liquor you can imagine drinking is there? (However, I do realize there is something wrong with sitting at your desk with your mouth opening and closing slightly as though tasting said liquor. Not cute. Not when co-worker stops, backtracks and asks if you're okay.)
- It's snowing. Crap.
- Keane. At least Pandora does this station justice. My Sinatra station had to be re-created. That Duets album of his led Pandora to play some serious crap.
- Currently I'm striving to spend only 2/3s of my day praying for the Divine Intervention needed to "take me to another place/take me to another land/make me forget all that hurts me/let me understand yo' plan."
- I'm thisclose to sending the Today Show daily e-mails regarding their despicable, INCESSANT coverage of celebrities. I don't wake up to hear OR see "BS" (plug in what you will), and the day they stop dedicating 5-10 minute segments to paparazzi-fueled stories will be a new day indeed.
- "A game of horseshoes. A GAME OF HORSESHOES!"
- Sam Cooke's "Tennessee Waltz" makes me really happy. It also causes me want to dance with somebody in a jook-joint-at-sundown kind of way (which is milder compared to a jook-joint-at-sunrise kind of way.).