I’ve referenced this tune twice in the past 48 hours, so I’m just posting it here. Partially because I have nothing of import to discuss today, and partially because I’m pretty sure I ovulated while watching this on YouTube:
FACT: I had the sheet music to the Linda Ronstadt/James Ingram version of this and played the [...]
I don’t remember having a “woobie” as a kid.
[I frequenty lugged around a favorite stuffed animal, a Pound Puppy half my size that looked kinda like this, named Fred. But I didn't NEED Fred to, like, function. We gave each other space. He was a good pal, though, and is still kenneled somewhere in the recesses [...]
I was listening to my LastFM station today, whatever one that pulls tracks I’ve already listened to from my library, and “Chemical World” by Blur happened to come on. (”had to sit down and have some sugary tea” <– that line gets me every time). The player was streaming uploaded pictures of the band, and [...]
When I’m home in Michigan, it always makes me smile when we head to the local sports bars and the televisions are tuned to hockey. You don’t notice it’s missing until you move away for a while — oh yeah, people watch hockey.
It’s something we did all the time, especially throughout my adolescence. Obviously, it [...]
From this point on, every time Apolo Anton Ohno tweets, I’m going to @reply him with sexual innuendo. I’m not really sure why. I just want to.
EDIT: For your convenience, I will be compiling my twirts* into a separate section called “Seducing Apolo Ohno” which you will find over yonder —>
* Twitter + flirt! Twirt! [...]
To celebrate our upgrade to Windows 3.1 in the early nineties, my dad bought this karaoke program for the PC. It included a microphone and came loaded with a few random songs, like Yankee Doodle and Dust in the Wind, and then he bought two “expansion” packs - Frank Sinatra, and Michael Jackson. (Do we [...]
In the summer of 1989, we were in the process of moving from my parents’ first home on Brookhollow to the house where I’d do the rest of my growing up. The old house was sold and the new house was still a few weeks from being finished, so we lived in a borrowed RV. [...]
My first memories regarding Michael Jackson are those I recorded when I was five. I had this Fisher Price cassette player that I lugged around constantly. It had a microphone and recording capability, so I spent a lot of time conducting captivating interviews with my dog and singing loudly to the point of distortion, which, [...]
Bess and I were sharing our childhood career dreams at lunch today. I wanted to be a cashier at Meijer because I thought you got to keep the money that was handed to you. Nice gig, I thought, at age four. Bess wanted to be a tightrope walker. This was based on her obsession with [...]
Does that image just not fill you with LOVE?! I’m seeing Billy Joel and Elton John in concert tonight. I paid $100 a ticket to undoubtedly be in the nosebleed section of Conseco Fieldhouse. The sound will probably be bad. The beer? Expensive. I thought about this when I signed on to ticketmaster that Saturday [...]
At home, my parents still use dial-up. They’re going to make “the big switch” to high-speed relatively soon, and I was telling my mom how much it will open up her world, and by “open up” I basically meant “waste away your time.” I explained that, before, when you had a brief moment of nostalgia [...]
Last Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my stylist’s chair, getting my red revamped. (Oh. I get asked about who does my hair quite often. It’s Beau, at the Snapdragon Salon near Broad Ripple. He is a dream-maker and heartbreaker.)
Next to me was a girl who was getting her hair done for prom. I couldn’t [...]
Disclaimer: This entry doesn’t really make sense. I’d say it’s stream of consciousness but the term “stream” makes it sound so lovely and poetic. It’s less “stream” and more…”spitbubble.”
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Aforementioned: My fight-or-flight switch is turned permanently to flight. Also? I’ve added a new sector to the acute stress response, “bite,” wherein I repond to stress by [...]
As you may know, my parents have put the ol’ house up for sale, thus ridding its contents of my childhood and fond memories. In response I’ve been requesting a collection of items I feel will likely get trashed in the move. One of those items?
A Pioneer PL-540 turntable, circa 1973.
This baby was my [...]
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