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I'm Fit to be Dyed...

"Red Dragon Tattoo", Fountains of Wayne

I so love this song. I so love Fountains of Wayne. I can't believe it was "Stacy's Mom" that really broke, considering Utopia Parkway is such a great record.

I know it's almost summer now. I'm hoping I can actually catch them on tour this year. They're one of the few bands that I love that I've never seen live. "Sick Day" on the first record always reminds me of Monique from the Connection. Sort of appropriate for this week.

I take you, Ambuh

Okay, so I just cried when Amber and Boston Rob got married on tv. So?

So...that is so sad.

It's just...I don't know. They seemed all...happy. Who can argue with happy? I mean, I know they've got a lot of money from these reality show gigs and what not (and I was SO pulling for Uchenna and Joyce in the Amazing Race, which someone sat me down in front of my television - in the place where I live ALONE - and MADE me watch.) And I know Rob is annoying with his "Ambuhs" and his Red Sox obsession, which might have been more intriguing before last season. And he seems like kind of a tool in general, and certainly wouldn't win any sensitivity pageants...Wasn't it him who said, "I'm SO OVER India"? Like, when he was gamboling around their country on fake elephants trying to con the natives into helping him win a big bunch'a cash? Yeah that was him.

Was it me or was he a little disappointed with Amber's presents? He gets her mega-diamond earrings and a house, and she gets him a signed Red Sox painting and a shell necklace with SAND in it. Very nice and moving, but like BOSTON Rob couldn't meet the RED SOX at this point? They probably have him doing hot dog commercials or something by now, please. And the sand necklace was nice, but he doesn't strike me as a real earthy dude. I mean, even in the round the world trip, he was still a khakis and t-shirt kinda guy...The bling he got his attendants was an indication that thrifty Ambuh may have been clued in to cough up something a little more swank.

But then again, she's getting married with Colin Cowie in the Bahamas, not schlepping to Target and home to read "He's Just Not That Into You", so maybe this is where I shut up.

But you know, watching them get married was still oddly moving...especially when you compare it to that tacky bachelorette train wreck with Trista and the poor schmuck from Colorado who was along for her pink-infested ride. Ick. Compared to them - and I admit it's a mite sad that we actually have a control group of reality show weddings forming, yes - Ambuh and Rob were class on a solid gold stick. They even got BeBe Winans. Veddy, veddy nice.

I had some dreams...they were clouds in my coffee...

"You're So Vain" in the grocery store...

This just struck me as the best lyric all of a sudden, (besides the ones I used in a header, but that's a no-brainer): "Well, you're where you should be all of the time
And when you're not, you're with/ Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend...Wife of a close friend,/ and....You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you...." 

As a child of the '70s, I've always been in love with Carly. And no, she's never admitted who the song is really about...as she put it, "then no one would have anything to talk to me about." : ) And who really cares, anyway. You prob'ly think this song is about you. Don't you now?

The Keys to my Heart.

I've been trying to avoid these but this was too funny. Attracted to obedience - right on. ; )

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to obedience and warmth.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.

Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.

In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

hear ya, sister.

Rachael Yamagata - "Wore Me Down".

"She's so pretty; she's so damn right

But I'm so tired of thinking about her again tonight".

Best drums ever right after this line. 

namaste

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Ginormous

Love this story.

I will not....

get addicted to Desperate Housewives. I refuse. I just watched like ten minutes of it and can see how it is like cathode ray crack. Nope.

However, I challenge ANYONE who watched that Extreme Makeover Home Edition about Lori Piestewa's family to admit that they did not sob or kill themselves trying not to. She was killed in Iraq and was friends with Jessica Lynch, who came home in all of that heroic fanfare, if you recall. 

Anyway, Jessica and Lori were buddies prior to and during the conflict, and promised each other they'd help out their respective families if anything happened to either one. And of course, something did (hence, I am watching the show, sobbing, choking out, to myself and my living room, "THIS F'ING WAR!!!!!") Lori was killed in 2003 when their convoy got bombed, the first American woman to die in the war, and first Native American woman reputed to have died in a foreign war.

The beauteous Ty Pennington, whom I loved first on Trading Spaces primarily because he is hothothot, in addition to being a skilled craftsman (in addition to being hothothot) led the team that built Lori's parents, son, and daughter a rocking new house outside of Flagstaff, Arizona. Jessica nominated them and the show picked them, which was a no-brainer, I think. Before, they lived with the kids in a rented trailer on the res in Tuba City, Arizona, had no money, and now they have this place, which is just fabulous, as is always the case on this show. The builders gave them $50,000, on top of the house. It was awesome. These people just seem so sweet, and so nice, and had nothing, in addition to losing their daughter and the kids' mom. Now, hopefully, the children of this woman who died on Bush's watch will have a shot at a stable environment and may still believe in the goodness of other human beings.

I was in Flagstaff in February and the sky there is forever. It is a place that the phrase "God's country" was coined for. I'm so glad I caught that show, even if I'm all blotchy now. It was brutal.

What a good, fun, weekend. I needed that. A few random, fun, funny, happy things...

*Friday happy hour and dinner with the MC girls - good women. And someone fell down who was NOT ME!!!!!!!!! : )

*Daddy's retirement party yesterday, which was interesting, and at the nicest, most beautiful house. It was very good of his staff to host it and cool to hear how well they think of him.

* Finding lots of good, cheap, pretty clothes for work and for play.

*Hearing "Spending My Time" by Roxette in the restroom at Taipei Tokyo and thinking, for a second, "Underrated?" ; )

* Random encounters with elderly women at the mall:

First, the cool one:

I'm scrounging through the 70 percent off rack at Hecht's, most of it crap...A voice behind me says, "'SCUSE ME, COMING THROUGH BEHIND YOU!" I turn around, and turns out the voice came from a lady in a wheelchair being pushed by her daughter/granddaughter/whatever. I get myself out of the way, saying "I'm so SORRY!" like I just poured boiling water on her head.

"Don't worry. Ya can't see behind you," sayeth the little lady in the chair. True dat.

Second, the skeevy one:

I'm in the dressing room, attempting a couple of unfortunate skirts and one smashing ten dollar sweater, when I hear a girl asking someone's opinion of her outfit. Then, I hear an older's woman's squeaky voice, saying, "OOOOHHHHH, that looks - I HAVE to say this - SEXY, my dear. I mean, it shows off all of your FASHIONABLE points." Mumblemumblemumble. "It was MADE for your figure."

Fashionable points? Barf. It would have been better if she'd said DEAD sexy, and then I would have had a really good reason to open the door and check out the scene.

* Seeing the man in the polo shirt, tennis shoes, and a BLACK PLEATED SKIRT THAT WAS NOT A KILT strolling through King Farm. Rock on.

* Brunch with K at the Parkway. Excellent.

*SUNSHINE AND PRETTY CLOUDS AND PRETTY CLOUDS AND SUNSHINE both days.

* Some downtime in the cafe with some article ideas and a cafe mocha.

*The old man with all the trash in his low-ridin' Grand Am at the Parkway. : )

*AN A!!!!!!!!! : )

*Ben Folds' new cd "on sale" for $15.99 at Borders! ON SALE! They drink a special kind of KoolAid at that place, I tell ya.

*Starting the list of excellent summer books.

*Making my South Park icons...

*FAMILY GUY!

Happy me.

SOTD, Part Two

Now for SOTD, Part two (because there are just two many great ones out there to stop at one...)

"Walking" by Pocket Size, from the "Anywhere But Here" soundtrack. 

I got this cd as a promo at Borders years ago, and always thought it was a great little record. It has tunes from Poe, Patty Griffin, Lisa Loeb (sort of annoying on "I Wish"), kd lang...and a nifty score suite from Danny Elfman. I unearthed it this week and played it in the car today. This is a great driving song, although...

(TECH RANT BREAK: Okay this font color thing is driving me nuts. I refuse to stick to black because life is too short, but now that I'm trying to highlight blocks of text to change the color, it's only letting me highlight ONE WORD AT A TIME. What?)

Ahem...this is a great driving song, although I know very few of the words, so I was mostly bobbing my head and handling the chorus..."And you walk on byyyyyyyy..........going mmhmmm, for myself, mmmhmmm....ain't no use, mmmmmhmmm" - you get the drift. Fun, though. A nifty, poppy, happy song with nice harmony. They also have a song called "Squashy Lemon Squeezy", which, if it's not some sick Zeppelin rip-off, makes me love them even more. You go, Pocket Size, wherever you are.

(A google search of "pocket size walking", by the way, turns up mostly tons of information about walking shorts and pocket-sized umbrellas, many oddly from the United Kingdom. Maybe that's what they get for leaving the "d" off of "size".)