It’s A Small World, After All
Our weekend in New Hope was quite perfect. The weather was great, the food was plentiful, and the friends were interesting and fun. I have to tell you, though, sometimes this world is frighteningly small. At dinner, we were discussing the coincidences between us all. The geekboy and I are the Kevin Bacon of this group of people, I swear to god.
Weekend Getaway
This was actually supposed to be the weekend we moved. The geekboy had set aside two vacation days, and even though we’re obviously not moving right now, we decided to have a long weekend together. So, later this afternoon, we’re heading over to nearby New Hope, PA. We’re staying in a B&B and are meeting up with our friends in the area. It should be a great weekend, with lots of good conversation, good beer, good food, and good friends.
A Rant
Okay, so James Frey was on Oprah yesterday. Yep, she tore him a new one. At one point there were like four people all making fun of him at the same time. Is this over now? Can we move on? I almost felt sorry for the man as I watched the show last night, but then I remembered that he’s the most famous author in America right now. Hell hath no fury like an Oprah scorned.
Howard Jones
The Howard Jones show last night was really nice. It was just him, a piano and a guy with acoustic guitar. It was nice hearing his synth-heavy songs reworked in acoustic version. I’ve seen him several times, actually, and this was my favorite show. He connected very well with the audience and tried to play everything they asked him to. Much, much fun. Today I’m sharing one of his songs with you – Hide and Seek [right-click and SAVE]. It’s not my favorite HJ song, but there has always been something about the chorus that makes me want to cry. Last night was no exception. Funny how things just stay with you over all those years.
Pink
Check out Pink’s new video for “Stupid Girls.” It’s excellent, really. Reminded me a little bit of Blink 182′s video parody of boy bands. Except she’s parodying Lindsey, Paris and Mary-Kate.
Conference Call Blues
I swear to god, there is nothing more excruciating than a conference call. And I didn’t know I was supposed to be on until it started. Where the guy won’t even stop talking long enough for any of us to ask a question. And apparently they have switched design companies for this project and nobody bothered to let me know. And I really need to get in the shower, like, SOON, and hello, Oprah is on right now beating the crap out of James Frey and I AM MISSING IT.
Spam
Spammers are getting more and more creative lately. My current favorites are the stream-of-consciousness-type emails. All I know is that sometimes, totally by accident, they border on brilliance. To wit – here’s one I received late last evening:
Longhand. aren’t you? Cheer up! Wonderful chaps. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you to go ahead and do your worst — I’ve discovered a whole new critical mode, my friend. The gun could just as easily be in the Cherokee. . She put the board in front of him, “See how well it fits? “Misery! Every time the clock chimed he made a mark on his arm — four vertical marks and then a diagonal slash to seal the quintet. A mound of lime Jell-O covered with a crack-glaze of dried whipped cream stood on top of the TV next to a two-liter plastic bottle of Pepsi and a gravy-boat. Joey Ramone.
:: snaps ::


