everything in life should have an 80's sax solo

I am so inexplicably infatuated with this song again. I need to hear it at least once a day. I don't care if it's from 9 B.C., I loves it.

Also Michael Douglas was firmly in his 'hot leading man' phase here. Kathleen Turner too kinda.

offering the gift of self

(since I am a horrible person, destined to die alone, unloved and without children) I have a ton of free time on my hands! Left to my own devices, I don't spend free time wisely. I sleep, read and watch crap tv (ie: last night's Lifetime tv movie starring Heather Locklear). I don't go to the gym (god how I should/must), I don't read to underprivileged/blind/illiterate/troubled kids. I only once (and so briefly) participated in a political campaign.

Well, now I think I want to get involved in something. Nothing as time committed as big sistering a girl but a cause that's a little less intense (and where I'm less likely to have a child's development in my hands). When I was in junior high my friends I did volunteer work at local hospitals and schools and I loved it. Now maybe something involving elderly people (though a deeply life changing Tuesday's With Morrie scenario is not at all a must). I'm not even a fan of elderly people, I'm just not sure what my other options are. Basically, the problem is I don't have direction, I just know I have the will and the time. 

Any ideas? 

blahg

I'm bored. Be a dear and suggest blogs for me to read. Only caveat: must be interesting.

wow

how stupid is Martha Coakley? And how much stupider does Obama look? Can this dude (never, ever) get behind a winner or what?

strange girl

this is what you miss while I'm not blogging;

last week as the guy and I were getting into bed:

Him: wow, you cleaned your blinds!

Me: sure did.

Him: what got you to do that?

Me: because, argh! I still can't find those earrings.

Him: and you thought they were hiding in the blind dust?

Me: well, they aren't anywhere else so far.

Him: I sleep with a strange girl.

He's catching on.

agree/disagree

I was just at Duane Reade picking up some popchips and tylenol3 when I saw something I've yet to see.

A cute, blond mom with her cute blond kid at the pharmacy on line ahead of me. When the pharmacist asks what Mom's picking up she says ortho-tricyclen. Now sure, she could be taking it for her unseen acne. Or to regulate her cycle. But I'm not the giving people the benefit sort of girl, and seeing a mom buying birth control while her cute kid flits at her feet doing tricks on a scooter and only twice saying "watch me mom, watch me" was definitely weird, like seeing a dad flip through Hustler while holding his kid's hand, weird.

hey michael jackson,

you had some cool songs. You were really good at gliding backwards. When I was 12 Thriller scared the shit out of me and I really liked that song you did with Paul McCartney. I remember one afternoon in 1980something my grandma took me to see your movie 'The Wiz' - well done. Then you caught on fire. You morphed from a black dude to old Asian lady replete with parasol. You claimed to father 2 incredibly blond and downright Aryanesque children (I don't know about that 3rd kid). Then you got their mom(s) to sell them to you. Classy. Very. The only other black people I ever saw you with (besides your family) were Webster and Louis Farrakhan those are some interesting companions. While you may not have been convicted of abusing any children let's not fool ourselves; you were kind of a sick fcuk with your kiddie diddling fixations. You made an absolute fortune over the years, you were the biggest star and an undeniable success. In all those years you were never the spokesperson for any cause. To the best of my recollection, you never championed anyone but yourself.

And now you're dead.


(and for shame, you didn't even outlive Elizabeth Taylor or Liza Minnelli. At least now your son/daughter/kid Blanket has a shot at a 'normal' life. Kudos.)

I would have preferred it if;

• today's pap smear had not felt much the way I imagine a 1950's hanger abortion felt.
• scheduled meetings actually began as scheduled.
  
• dinner simply arrived. Delicious, ordered and paid for.
• the burgeoning zit on my chin unburgeoned.
• instead of moving away, my friends moved closer.
• the Yankees had the lead over the pathetic Nationals.

And I'm actually not bitchy, just super achy and as of 26 minutes ago, vicodined. Ahh... narcotics.

hmm

the first thing I thought when I saw (saw, not heard) Craig Robinson in this was wow, Craig Robinson must really not care for Palestinians. Because not even (idiotic) Jews support Israel, much less an American black dude and I love the sh*t out of that.

Backlash from Judd Apatow