Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Anyway, my "Thriller" story. From my mouth and my attitude, you'd probably never know it, but I led a pretty sheltered childhood. My parents still don't have cable; they don't listen to Top 40 stations. We watched a lot of "Murder She Wrote" and the family-friendly shit ABC aired on Fridays and I used to sneak downstairs at an ungodly hour to watch "Dukes of Hazard" and "Jem" on the teeny TV in my dad's workshop because I didn't think they would approve.
I saw the Thriller video when I was 5, at a winter camp thing that involved a bunch of father-daughter bonding with other fathers and daughters (a YMCA Indian Princesses sleep-away, though I'm sure they call it something else now). The girls ranged in age from 5-12 (or so), and I was the youngest. They gave me a Pepsi -- and my parents didn't let me drink caffeine, so I ended up high as a kite and up all night.
I also ended up scared shitless. It was at least 15 years before I could hear the Vincent Price interlude without shuddering and having nightmares. I may have cried. I'm pretty sure this is why I still can't really stand zombie movies, despite an overwhelming love of gore and action pictures.
That summer, our babysitter's kids had the vinyl record. I couldn't listen to that song, but we danced around their basement like crazy to the rest of it.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Yes, when it's hot and humid, I wear my hair curly because it's too hot to blow it dry and it won't stay straight anyway.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Also, my driver is playing Oleta Adams. You know he doesn't listen to this on his own. I feel somewhat insulted that he deemed this my taste in music. Only somewhat, because I do own this song BUT it is not on my iPod, which I feel is the definitive list of what I really listen to anyway.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Related: do you know where the metals in your cell phone were sourced from? (Answer: no).
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
[With special thanks to my friend Dan, who fact-checked my incredible rusty math skills]
So many reasons this song, and that lyric, means something to me, and so few I will write about in public. Best explanation: never be with someone you loves a version of you. Be with someone who loves you with full knowledge of who you are and loves you because of it, rather than in spite of it.