Song For A Day - Thank You Too

Okay, I'm going to come right out and say that this is not one of my favorite My Morning Jacket songs (not by a lot, actually), but I'm in a time crunch and figured you might like this better than being subjected to Abba's "Thank You For The Music" or Dido's "Thank You" or even John Denver's "Thank God I'm a Country Boy."

Anyway, tomorrow is Thanksgiving so I thought I'd write about Thanksgiving 1987, the Thanksgiving where I was homeless but not helpless as my good friend at the time Laura (whose last name I can't remember, my memory is beyond pathetic at this point) picked me up and took me to her house where we had Stouffer's French Bread Pizza and Vodka for dinner. It was one of the best Turkey Day's ever.

Later, she was also part of another significant event in my life when she got spit on for hanging out with me, a Korean, by two skinheads outside Theatre Gallery in Dallas. Poor girl... being friends with me was perilous in the 80s. It was the only time I've ever been called a "fish faced gook," but not the only time I've had "fish" or "gook" slurs sent my way. But I digress...

I've been pretty drunk on nostalgia lately, having gone through another round of finding all kinds of high school friends on Facebook so I finally decided to go public on le FB. You can find me here. I'm also on Twitter @mspark.

I'm thankful this year that I've finally started honoring my past... something long forgotten, now sort of cherished. What are you grateful about as we head into the holiday season? I'm sure there must be something, yeah?

Song For A Day - Rapture Riders

I was in search of some Doors video to share because...

1. Today I got back in touch with my best friend from high school... a girl who sat in front of me in freshman English reading No One Here Gets Out Alive. My curiosity about said book sparked a friendship that would endure loads of sixties music, going goth and a reasonable amount of alcohol (vodka and Diet Slice, anyone?). So, I'm excited about that... it's been 16 years since we last talked.

And 2. Something needs to erase the bad taste that New Moon left behind in the wake of molasses pacing and distant acting. Please God, get Kristen Stewart off the marijuana so some life can return to those eyes of hers. As an internet friend who shall remain nameless for his sake said, "They are black holes from which none can escape!"

Anyway, Jim Morrison will always be sexier than Edward Cullen. To be fair to R-Patz, it's gotta be tough on a guy when he as to utter a line like, "You give me everything by breathing!"

Enjoy this Blondie/Doors mashup. I did.

(Also, in case you missed it... yesterday I wrote about MMJ on American Dad and our good timez experience. Show co-creator Mike Barker even did my LP Questionnaire.)

The American Dad Experience... and Special Edition LP Questionnaire with Mike Barker

It was September 2008 when we trekked down to Wilshire Blvd after a grand ol' time at Leno so the guys could do their voice overs for Seth MacFarlane and Mike Barker's animated series American Dad.

I couldn't write about it until now because it was a :shhh:.

However, the My Morning Jacket episode finally airs this Sunday on Fox! Set your DVRS, kids!

Titled "My Morning Straitjacket," the show features Stan becoming a full on MMJ groupie. I can understand how that happens and not just because I'm biased and stuff. As Barker said, "The best band in the world appearing on the 59th top-rated show on television? It's a no-brainer."

Lookit! There's the excellent Mike Barker. And that Jim guy.

It was the second time we'd been to the American Dad/Family Guy offices and let me say, it's one of the happiest places on earth. They ply you with candy and good times and everyone is almost eerily nice.

See! Candy! And Tom! And Bo!

Speaking of Tom (Blankenship, MMJ bassist, all around decent human being), he had this to say about the experience, "What struck me most was Mike Barker and [American Dad writer] Matt Fusfeld's enthusiasm for having us be a part of the show and their love for what they do. That made the whole experience so comfortable. These were dudes just like us and I think we shared the thought, 'Holy sh*t! This is what we do for a living!'"

We all had about a million laughs as the band took turns in the sound booth making the TV magics happen.

See! Magics!

I can't wait to see the final result. You guys have only had two weeks of anticipation. I've had over a year!

In honor of this most sure to be excellent episode, Mr. Mike Barker agreed to do my rather silly (read: totally awesome) LP Questionnaire.


Mike Barker is a half-Baptist/half-Jew who grew up in Wichita, Kansas.

He shared this rather sad childhood story with me... My parents divorced when I was 12. My father picked me up from Kos Harris Elementary school one day with the backseat of the 1976 White Mercury Cougar stuffed to the hilt with clothes. Me: "Dad, what... what's going on? Why are all those clothes in the backseat?" Dad: "Son... There's no easy way to... Mike... Look, son, your mother and I haven't been getting along for quite some time now."

The happy ending: Mike never blamed himself for his parents' divorce and is married with two wonderful daughters. His eldest (pictured here with the juggling Mike), five-year old Chloe, constantly shouts at him while he's in the shower to "turn off the water" because he's "hurting the planet." Mike pays good money to Chloe's preschool so they can teach her to yell at her father while he's in the shower, trying to get his head straight for the long day ahead of him.

And without further ado, MB tackles The LP Questionnaire:

Name: Mike Barker
Pro Wrestling name: Bunkhouse Cobra

1. Pretend you're 15 (and tell us what year it is, if you don't mind). Name three songs you'd put on a mix tape for your girlfriend.

The Year, 1983. My face, acne ridden. My heart, bursting. My groin, ignored. My mix-tape remedy:

1. Eddy Grant's "Electric Avenue" - Check...
2. Spandau Ballet's "True" - And...
3. Prince's "Little Red Corvette" - Mate!

2. Which evil villain would make the best president? Um, the Mountain Man that sexually assaulted Ned Beatty in Deliverance? At least with that guy in office we couldn't act surprised when he inevitably violated us. By the way, is this a family paper?

3. What was your favorite cartoon as a child? Hong Kong Phooey - the cat is smarter than the dog! Women are smarter than men! Come on, fellas, treat your ladies better!

4. What superpower do you wish you had? Is the ability to remember in good times that bad times will eventually be back but that they too won't last a superpower? It should be.

5. What would the title of your autobiography be? How To Succeed Artistically Without Selling Out: An Autobiography in Five Volumes

Way back when, My Morning Jacket subjected themselves to the LPQ. You can peep their answers here.

Song For A Day - Lovecats

I've probably written a hundred times about my love for The Cure. Have I also written about how I used to have Robert Smith hair and totally dress like him? Seriously, I would copy his outfits from the videos.

Sigh. I know I've also talked about how I've never been cool and alas, here is more proof.

Anyway, I'm having a hilarious kitty day over here in Crestwood. My pal Yael sent me this most awesome, best feline share ever:


You must visit Cats For Gold. It will make your day.

Well, That Happened - Lady Gaga vs Christopher Walken vs Cartman

Oh my goodness.

I guess now is the time to out myself and tell you all how much I heart Lady Gaga. Yes, it's true. I don't know if it's her scrumptious 80s beats or the fact that she really really means it, but somehow I've gone from having a total allergic reaction to her the first time I saw her (on So You Think You Can Dance) to being in full on luv.

This mashup includes Christopher Walken's hilarious reading of the "Poker Face" lyrics on Friday Night with Jonathan Ross.



Thanks to one of my favorite conservatives (yes, I have a few), Andrew Sullivan, for posting this so I could share the joy. Or share it until Gaga's record company takes it away due to copyright infringement, that is. ;)

Song For A Day - I See You

Okay, I admit I'm sort of cheaping out with all the Song For A Day posts as yes, they're sort of easy peasy in the grand scheme of things. I did set out to live blog Sarah Palin's Oprah appearance yesterday, but it was so boring I couldn't be bothered.

I've been listening to music a lot lately and I swear it's made my life better. For years, it feels, I've gone mostly without, lost to the world of NPR and all news all the time.

It's more than excellent, getting back to my first love. I still remember the first stirrings of romance in my life listening to "Sailing" by Christopher Cross, disco dancing with my brother to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack, loads and loads of teen angst with The Cure and Bauhaus. Where did it all go wrong?! Or right!

Anyway, I recently heard this Mika song and instantly fell in love with the longing and the drama. I've always liked what I've heard from him but never paid any strict attention. I'll have to rethink that now.

I've dreamt alone now the dreams won't do...

PS. Sorry for the video but it's the only one I could find. That being said, listening to the off-key singalong of the chorus by the teens in the front rows is sort of oh so fitting.

Song For A Day - Catch The Breeze

Picture it: London, 1991. A young woman squatting in a flat in Walthamstow.

Tube rides to anywhere... biding time until the bus carries her on to Amsterdam.

Slowdive playing in the background... a soundtrack for the loneliness and the joy and everything in between.

Picture it: Los Angeles, 1999. A slightly older woman living in an apartment in Atwater village.

Car rides to everywhere... biding time until the truck carries her on to Kentucky.

Slowdive playing in the background... a soundtrack for the sadness and the freedom and everything in between.

The breeze, it blows everything...

Today's been a particularly bad one for some people I like quite a lot. I'm sending good thoughts for their speedy recoveries.

Song For A Day - Shapes of Things

So, I just got home from seeing Pirate Radio. For some reason Tom and I only go see middle aged man movies nowadays. We're on quite a roll going from The Informant! (horrible) to Men Who Stare at Goats (only slightly less horrible) to this. Quite often we're the youngest ones in the theatre, and I'm not that young.

I am young enough, though, to have gone through a big ol' 60s phase (at age 15) culminating in the worship of Jim Morrison and tears shed at the end of The Song Remains the Same.

I had some hope for Pirate Radio as Richard Curtis is one of my writing heroes and I was only slightly disappointed. For some reason, it felt a bit surface and there were way too many "people sitting on the toilet while listening to The Who" scenes for me, but there's a sweet innocence to everything Curtis does.

Anyhoo, thought I'd dedicate this Song For A Day to one of the hits of 1966, the year the film took place, the Yardbirds' "Shapes of Things." That Jimmy Page sure was dreamy.

I have a real affinity for any movie that portrays people's love of music. I can't tell you how many times I've seen Almost Famous. Through these stories I get to re-capture the joy I feel when some song takes over my consciousness.

There's no greater way to lose yourself... there's no greater way to find yourself.

Song For A Day - Come Sail Away

Remember that scene in Freaks and Geeks where Lindsay and Eli dance at the school social (socials... that's what we called them back in the day)? That's one of my favorite TV scenes of all time. Anyway, my iTunes thinks it's the late 70s/early 80s today so all the jams consist of Abba, Styx and Christopher Cross.

Speaking of jams, one of the YouTube comments in re this Styx video is: "These ni**as was blowin it up wit this jam, dis is off tha chain yo." People who comment on YT videos are some of the most... interesting people on earth.

In other news, what's going on in the world besides this mind numbingly beautiful weather? It's so mind numbing I'm blogging about the weather... Seriously, all I want to do is sit outside and read which does not exactly make for scintillating posts.

I did see Men Who Stare at Goats but it was dreadfully dull. Poor Ewan McGregor couldn't save it, and I was so excited to see him in something again. Did he go away or do I just not get out much?

And finally, Happy Veterans Day to all our fine vets. Perhaps you'd think a raging liberal like me wouldn't give a hoot about this holiday but man, it's not something I could ever do so kudos to them for fighting for what they believe in. I watched the memorial service for the soldiers killed at Fort Hood yesterday... and I read the In Memoriam every Sunday on This Week and it's all pretty heartbreaking. Most of these soldiers are still kids and while it's honorable what they're doing, I wish they didn't have to do it at all. I wish the reasons made a bit more sense (to me).

On that note, the sun is calling me back outside...

Song For A Day - Temazcal

I talked about this song the other day (or I wrote about it, I guess) and now it turns out there's a video and everything!

I want this song to be a teddy bear that I can hold as I sit out by the trees and watch the sunset. It's just so everything.

This is stupid but I thought Conor wrote this song, but M. sings most of the verses so now I'm not sure. Jim gave me a copy of the record but I don't know what I did with it so I can't look it up.

It doesn't matter really, it's the swoon.

Playlist - Wednesday Root Canal Edition

So I'm getting a root canal in a couple hours... by some dentist I've never met... because my regular gal can't do it... and this is fine and everything... I'm not scared... it's not like the last time I got a root canal (my dentist then: Dr. Dick Butcher... seriously) a transformer blew at the power plant causing the electricity to go out mid-procedure and they had to send me home... as bloody stump tooth lady... oh yeah.

In honor of my Marathon Man afternoon... here's today's playlist:



This one's obvious. Classic Ramones.



I heart Steve Martin. This may be the only time I've seen him without grey hair.



I recently remarked that nothing soothes the soul like Christopher Cross. I don't know that I've ever made a truer statement.

One thing I've learned from this experience - two weeks in pain so bad it wakes you up - is to have more empathy for people who live with chronic pain. I don't know how you guys do it, but my heart goes out to you fo sho.

Alright, I'm outta here. Wish me luck! Though it irks me that Tom has crying Dawson as his Twitter avatar, he feels oh so fitting about now.

Monsters of Folk, The Jayhawks and Other Randomness

Okay... I've returned from yet another longish absence. Inspiration has eluded me this year in many ways. Living in Kentucky is like all comfort food all the time or something. Days pass and I'm not even sure what I've done with them besides go to Target and find inappropriate children's items.

I did see Monsters of Folk on Halloween and it was a bit surreal sitting there with Tom and Patrick watching the band do MMJ songs but when they came out dressed as KISS for the encore... well, seeing M Ward dressed as Ace Frehley made it all worthwhile. Jim made for an excellent Gene Simmons and words fail me when it comes to Conor as Paul Stanley. All in all it was a good show with "Temazcal" being my favorite song of the evening. I confess I still haven't listened to the entire record. I am a bad friend! Oh, and to Barney Rubble and Gumby in row K, thanks for doing your drunken best to ruin my evening. Well done!!

In other news, things continue to annoy me, I'm still impressed by Glee nearly every week and work on SXSW 2010 has begun in semi-earnest. I wonder when I will become interesting and funny again (or if I ever was). The eternal internal debates rage on. I think I've perfected being happy and melancholy all at once, all the time.

I'm sitting here listening to this song while I write...



and I'm reminded of the time I rescued Lukas Haas who'd come all the way from Austin to see the Jayhawks play... in Austin. I gave him a sober ride home.

And that is all... for now.

Recipe For An Excellent Drive - That's Not My Name

Goodness, what a day it's been with Balloon Boy capturing our attention and all. Now it turns out he was hiding in the attic the whole time the Jiffy Pop flying thingamajig his father made was floating over Colorado.

I was sitting in the dentist's chair when the story broke and I watched, transfixed, as the nice lady poked around my mouth. Good times.

Anyway, that's not why I'm here... a week after my last post. I really am terrible, but in my defense I was stuck in Sidekick hell. More about that in my upcoming column... err.. two weeks from now. Now I'm in Blackberry purgatory. It's an okay place to be but quite a change after six years of loyalty to a device that, as it turns out, had its head in the clouds.

I drove home today with the windows down, the seat heater on (it is 50 degrees out after all) and "That's Not My Name" blasting on the stereo.

The Ting Tings - New Music - More Music Videos

Of course here's another song I just heard recently (way too late to the game as usual). Even Tom's heard it and everything. He said they played a show with The Ting Tings in Australia.

I think I've documented my penchant for flying up 71 while pretending I'm in a music video or something. There's something very un-self conscious about rocking out in your cocoon. I'm addicted to the V8 (engine, not the drink), I admit. It's appalling behavior for a Springhurst Housewife to put the pedal to the metal, I'm sure, but it's superfun blowing them all away as some fun part of me that no one ever sees takes center stage for the 20 minute drive home.

Playlist - Melancholy Wednesday Edition

I like coming up with random new features while sitting in my office staring out the window contemplating my afternoon sojourn to Bed, Bath and Beyond.

So... yes... here's three songs I've listened to today. I'm feeling mildly melancholy for no apparent reason. Probably depression due to Tom DeLay dropping out of Dancing with the Stars. I'm bereft, I tell ya.



Yes, Oasis seem like jerks to the highest degree, but I quite like this song. Not sure how I feel about listening to it while watching Liam lip synch in a desert, though... or wherever he is.



Every time I lament the return of the 90s I hear a song that takes me back to my early 20s and I start to wonder what I did with my babydoll dresses and Doc Martens. Ahh, the joys of Matthew Sweet. I resisted Girlfriend for a long time but then I finally gave in and listened on repeat for days that stretched into endless weeks of looking at the sun.



I remember going to see Luna at the El Rey in Los Angeles. It's one of the few concerts I've been to where I stood right up front and got all swoony. Later I made Sean, the guitarist, be my friend. It's hilarious to see him with long hair. I hadn't before I found this video just now. I even got the briefest of mentions in Dean Wareham's memoir. Of course I bought it, looked for my name and never read the rest. Ha... err.. ha.

Okay, this day is far too pleasant for me to be committed to prose.

Dancing With The Stars - At Least I'm Told They're Stars...

So... my mother came for a visit recently and like most visits with my mother we spent a large amount of time arguing about politics and religion. Somewhere in there she lamented the fact that we don't have a lot of common ground and cited our difference in tv watching as an example - I watch So You Think You Can Dance and she watches Dancing with the Stars.

Well, here I am mending fences and once again subjecting myself to the scariness that is DWTS. I will argue that SYTYCD is a superior show because everyone on it can actually dance. Also, the problem with DWTS is that I recognize more of the ballroom dancers than the supposed celebs! However, DWTS is a much easier abbreviation than SYTYCD.

It's interesting to see former SYTYCD contestants like Lacey Schwimmer (she needs to cool it with the collagen), Dmitry Chaplin (who still hasn't learned to button his shirts) and Chelsie Hightower (not my favorite then or now) in a different milieu. As far as the "stars" go, it was positively surreal to see Macy Gray up there in week one. Quelle surprise she got the axe. Also eliminated in weeks one and two: Ashley Hamilton and Kathy Ireland. Unbelievably, former House Leader Tom DeLay is still in the running (proving that viewers of this show are my mother x 1,000,000) even though my favorite judge Bruno Tonioli remarked, "You're crazier than Sarah Palin!"

Yes, I have a favorite judge because before tonight I've actually watched this show a few times. I think I followed most of the Kristi Yamaguchi season (Asian power!).

It's Rumba/Samba night and the ladies are lookin' scary! I mean, I get that ballroom is sort of larger than life but man, who does the makeup for these poor girls? Melissa Joan Hart looks like a 1980s porn star! And they're all orange!

Okay, who is Louie Vito? Does anyone know? Apparently he's a snowboarder. Does ABC really think avid snowboarding fans are the target audience for this show?

Every good reality competition needs a snooty British judge and Len Goodman is no fan of anyone tonight as all have fallen in his estimation while Carrie Ann Inaba tries to spread the love.

At this point the show has way too many contestants I've never heard of and this is the reason you're being spared a play by play. Also, I need to go walk the dogs. Be right back...

Okay, the poochies are exercised and Donny Osmond is about to rumba... or samba... or something with his plastic surgeried face. Is now a good time to talk about how much I loved Donny & Marie when I was a kid? I have a picture of me from 1977 hanging out on the Jersey shore wearing my sky blue D&M t-shirt and sporting a Dorothy Hamill haircut. God, I was so freakin' cool. Anyway, Donny appears to be having an affair with Bruno and after fake making out with him proclaims, "They're not going to let me back in Utah anymore!" He gets the highest all around praise, but not scores (those went to Mya).

Hey, we're talking about man love so let's show the two gay dudes from Modern Family! They're in the audience! Huzzah!

Paula Abdul's here, too, talking about how Donny Osmond is delusional. Pot, kettle, etc etc. That lady bought a one way ticket to Bonkertown and hasn't been heard from since.

Some grouchy dude who looks like he must be this year's football player performs a samba. Michael Irvin is his name and samba's not really his game. I really don't understand this show. Two hours of mediocre dancing? How is this fun? Is it me? What am I missing, people?

Holy cow, somewhere Phil Collins is barfing over this milquetoasty version of "In The Air Tonight." At least I hope he is. This band is making me sad. They're not even trying, are they? Anyway, PC butchering aside, everyone loves Natalie Coughlin. She's a swimmer. Yeah...

Oh my goodness... Chuck Liddell... wow.

They just showed Aaron Carter dancing with Donny Osmond. I think Donny has a closet to come out of or something. As for Aaron Carter... was he a Backstreet Boy? Or the brother of one? Either way, he's wearing a translucent bathrobe and wants to do a rumba that comes "straight from the heart." If straight from the heart means almost falling over, then yes, he was successful.

This Tom DeLay bit is just... this makes the last two hours all worthwhile. Tom's not a quitter and even though he's a crooked politician I find myself feeling these strange stirrings of respect for the man who will not give up even though he has stress fractures in both feet and dances like a robot. He's shaking his hips and you can see him counting the beat and gosh darnit if it's not just a little bit cute.

So, this is what Dancing with the Stars will do to you... turn you into a republican sympathizer. Watch at your own risk.

What I'm Listening to Right This Very Second - Jumbo

Have I talked about how much I love Underworld? I saw them at Coachella one year and for days after I still felt high. So, err, you can love them, too. Start here with "Jumbo."

It's fall which means I officially have zero problems for the next few months. God, I hope I'm not jinxing myself here or anything.

I have no great wisdom to impart today, but when do I ever? Seriously, my life right now is all about sitting on my deck reading paper shaped like books and staring off into the trees.

I may try to return tonight with some, err, blogging about "Dancing With the Stars." We'll see...

In the meantime, click you disconnect from me.

Family Movies, Banned Books and Twitter Polling

I'm supposed to be writing today, but instead I'm busy photoshopping Alexander Skarsgard into birthday cards (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAMIE!). So... oops.

But now I'm here... and... I'm listening to this song and I better change it soon because it always makes me want to weep openly and think about being young and stuff and, you know, ponder just how much EVERYTHING MEANT!!



However, I love it. I even wrote about this song back in March so it's fitting that it gets another mention on another cool day.

Speaking of which, this weather is the greatest thing ever. I'm sitting in my office with the window open and earlier I drove up and down 71 with the windows down listening to embarrassing music. I might even have been singing along and everything. Don't tell anyone. Have I talked about how I think I have Seasonal Affective Disorder in reverse? I swear it's true.

Okay, why I'm really here is because earlier when I was at Target I saw this and it made me laugh.


























I think when I was a kid family movies consisted of things that had Muppets. Times sure have changed. Though this is obviously a mistake, I bet this is actually family fare for some people... which is scary.

In other news, I thought this was pretty cool:


























I live in a pretty conservative area (I won't even talk about what percentage of people out here voted for John McCain, it's too depressing) so I was pretty impressed and pleased to see the Crestwood branch of the Oldham County Library celebrating Banned Books Week with such an impressive display. I hope you all support your public libraries!!

And finally... last week's Twitter Poll -- God, it was so long ago I don't even remember the question, oh yeah! -- "Who's your favorite cheesy 80s band?" Kind of boring, I admit, and I figured I would just get 100 tweets saying "Journey" and that would be that. However, I don't think there's anything cheesy about Journey, they're so awesome and all, and only one person (@theotherjeff) rang in with, "Journey, poll closed." Other votes filtered in for "Kiss, sans makeup" (@darthspacegrass), Europe, Kajagoogoo, Van Halen, ABC and Wham and I almost had a winner with Pseudo Echo (!!!) but nothing... and I do mean nothing... beats Modern Talking! Many thanks to @monsieurarkadian for blowing my mind with this:



How I never heard this song, I do not know. What I do know is that my life was sorely lacking until I saw this. Now I am complete. Please follow along with this Twitter shizzle (I live to resurrect dead lingo) @mspark.

Aren't these posts super fun? It's like my brain connected directly to the internet and hurled. I bet we'll be able to do that someday. Someday soon... unless it all crashes (which I'm secretly hoping for. God I would be so productive). I could keep going here, but I wont... I mean I'd like to discuss how I discovered Tucker Max last night and would now like to punch him in the face. Am I allowed to say that? I don't really mean it. Well maybe a little, but I do NOT condone violence, kids!

It's October... It's Wooly Worm Festival Time

I know where I'm headed in a few weeks! To Banner Elk, NC for the annual Wooly Worm Festival!!!

Okay, not really, but my pal Dennis Sheridan recently suggested that the Courier-Journal should have more headlines about wooly worms and, you know, that's a fine idea. I thought wooly worms didn't get much recognition (and really, they deserve it), but when I started searching I found there are wooly worm fests all over the place (even in Kentucky! In Beattyville!)

Tuesday is for wooly worms, people.

I'll be back in a minute with some more nonsense.

Monday Morning Win/Fail

Normally I'm rudely unsympathetic when people are all over Facebook and Twitter moaning about Mondays because every Monday could be Wednesday for me... or Sunday... Days have no meaning except in regards to what's on the telly. This says something potentially quite tragic about my life but we won't focus on that, no no.

I awoke this morning to a melange of mysteries. (Also, my "E" key on my computer is broken and keeps going "EE" thus turning all my words into Dutch. If anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know.)

Anyway, I awoke to the glorious feeling of fall approaching. I've been positing the theory recently that I have Seasonal Affective Disorder in reverse. I get freakishly depressed during the summer and spend a lot of time hiding in the house. So, crisp, cool and breezy? WIN.


Unfortunately I woke up at 9.30 after going to sleep around 5. Going to sleep around 5 is pretty normal for me. Waking up at 9.30 is not. In my delirium I ended up with this song stuck in my head. I hate clowns. Who doesn't? I will say Judy Collins looks great, but still... FAIL.



Then I saw this picture on my friend Jamie's blog... which, incidentally, is pretty fun... need to add her to the blogroll. I'm never having kids, but if I did I would be proud to call this one mine... which is probably why I shouldn't ever be having kids. However, definitely WIN.


I hate to end on a FAIL because I'm feeling all cheery about the changing of the seasons and going back to tae kwon do after an eight month absence and life is grand and all that, but a friend of mine sent me this about an hour ago and really... I have no words. THERE ARE NO WORDS! Okay, I had some words, but I am unable to print them here. I don't know, what do you think of this? I'm inclined to say EPIC FAIL.


That's all for now, ladies and gentlemen. I will return later with some Twitter Polling results and other randomness.

What I'm Listening to Right This Very Second - Goodbye Girl

David Gates - Goodbye Girl

I've been full on overdosing on nostalgia lately (I'm getting up there, people, I'm allowed!) and now I'm starting to wonder if I missed the 70s coming back? I caught the 80s because that was the first time I realized I was there for the original and, "Who are these tarts in Flashdance sweaters?!!" I wondered in outrage.

Anyhoo, I have fond memories of David Gates (and Bread) despite the fact that they were my father's favorite band. Or maybe it's because of. In any case, it took a long time for me to get back to these smooth classics from yesteryear (I sound like one of those Time Life infomercials now), but once I did they welcomed me back like warm cocoa on a chilly day! Yes, I'm aware that makes no sense.

Really I just miss the days when a man could wear a sparkly jacket and still be a man.

I love hearing Dick Clark at the end... "Ohhhh man alive..."