Web's top algarhythms suck!

Google. Yahoo. Infoseek. Even that Jeeves fellow. None of them can provide me with lyrics to "Exercise Your Choppers", one of those Saturday morning anti-junk food PSA staples along with "Make a Saturday" and "Hanker for a Hunka (a slice or slab or chunka). I remember part of the lyrics, "They're dancing in Peoria, they're jogging in L.A. Doing lots of crazy things to get and stay in shape. But if you wanna have great choppers, and The Chopper, yeah that's me. To really have great choppers, exercise your teeth!" That is from memory, so forgive me if it's a little off.

The amount of useless crap I have my head surprises even me sometimes. Remembering the opening to The Get-Along Gang? The names of the Shirt Tales? Being one of the people to work out the Lorenzo Music/Bill Murry circle when the Garfield movie came out? Why do I know this stuff? I should be more in tune with the current world.

Ask me to name any of the current supreme court judges and I'll look at you like my cat looks at me when I'm on the toilet. I haven't watched Lost, I don't know who's who on Heroes, I could really care less what Bill O'Reily has to say. Terminally unhip, chronically dorky. I yam what I yam.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to 'Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me!' on NPR while sipping chai tea from my NPR pledge drive mug and maybe watching This American Life on Showtime. Heeeee!

Saints A-Fire!

For the first time in seven years, I missed A-Kon this past weekend. I missed it. I missed being with the group. I missed the sushi. God-love me I even missed the smell.

Between bouts of coughing fits (from an as-yet unknown disease) I spent the weekend with the girl and her kid, they got moved in and we spent a good portion of my vacation getting it 'couple-ready'. And it's a good thing too, as I was living in a cave, devoid of light and fresh air. She walks in, she pulls out my vacuum, opens a window or two and Voila! A place I can finally bring people over too! And we did! Carlie's cousin Julie came up with her new beux Lance, spent the day just hanging out. And I wasn't worried about what they thought of my house.


Truly, a woman worth hanging on to.

So I walked into work today, glance up at the television that has Fox News playing. Fox News, the first name in information, a band name for cutting edge info to the masses!! What do I see under the banner of "BREAKING NEWS!"? Paris Hilton is going back to jail. WTF? She goes to jail. Gets out of jail. Goes back to jail. bleh. But giant kudos go to Sarah Silverman for nailing the blonde partygirl to the wall at the 2007 MTV Movie Awards. And it was a twofer! Not only a comment about her going to jail, but also a little jab about her breaking her teeth on penis-shaped jail bars. Zing! The camera cuts to Hilton a few times and while you can see her smile and play it off, the fact that she's shaken is very visible. Tee hee.

Oh yeah, something else of note. I'm not my medications for my TS. That being Tourette's Syndome for those not in the know. The stuff I was one caused me severe depression, so I had to take Lexapro, which helped, but made me a very miserable person to be around. So, I just stopped taking it. Both of them. Been off them for about two months and honestly my tics are about the same. Who knew? :-D

I'm at work, gotta run. Love to all.