- Back during The Daily days, I’d always include a cartoon or meme or something to get, at the very least, a wry grin out of you.
- I mean, I hoped.
- Humor’s subjective.
- I sat there behind my keyboard imagining wry grins on faces.
- These lists came out of that goal.
- Obviously, your mileage may vary.
- But along the way, I found a few new internet comics I really like.
- Strange Planet ruled for a bit, but kind of got old.
- Poorly Drawn Lines, however …
- It’s dumb.
- And ridiculous.
- A bit absurd.
- (And sometimes NSFW.)
- But I get a kick out of it, so I still put one in every issue of The Week.
- The one from this week’s is Serp Serp (*see above).
- Which, no joke, makes me laugh (or at least smile) every time I see it.
- Serp Serp. Hahahaha
- (If you tell anyone I admitted to laughing and smiling, I’ll deny it.)
- There’s a Poorly Drawn Lines cartoon on FX now, but I haven’t watched it yet.
- Makes me feel like a bad fan.
- Fan guilt.
- There’s probably therapy for that.
- My profile picture on TCC Today is Mouse from Poorly Drawn Lines with his hands up in fighting position.
- Of course, there’s a t-shirt.
- I’m going to buy it on payday.
- Gotta take your joy where you find it.
- I received a lecture, a “talkin’ to” recently about something related to that.
- Something like, “if you spend all your time giving of yourself, but do nothing to replenish yourself, you’re gonna have a bad time.”
- Everyone has a lot of responsibilities these days.
- Job responsibilities.
- Responsibilities to our families, real or acquired.
- Remember you also have responsibilities to yourself.
- Take care of you. Do not run on empty.
- Or something.
- I dunno, man. I just work here.
- Where was I?
- Oh, I know.
- Once again falling prey to Facebook advertising …
- Over the weekend I saw this ad for Alice in Wonderland escape room-style experience in downtown Tulsa.
- The ad came with a 50 percent off coupon, so it was a whopping $40 for a team of six to play.
- It could totally be dumb, but … signed up on the spot.
- You remember me talking about The Game, right?
- Heck, yeah, I signed up.
- It’s allegedly taking place Oct. 1.
- (I’ll add the link if I find it.)
- Found it.
- Also, the discount code: TAKE50
- I’ll inform the Teenager about it at some time in the future.
- She may outgrow me by Oct. 1.
- “Dad, that sounds super lame.”
- (She does not call me Dad. That’s how I’ll know.)
- Okay, lastly, before I go. Any you mountain bikers out there?
- Rode all the new trails on Turkey last weekend and they are spectacularly fun.
- I’m still stiff and sore from riding all the new trails at Turkey last weekend.
- Worth it.
- Have a Wednesday.
- Wait. One more thing.
- Keanu as Batman.
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- Last Friday, I found a blue post-it note on my desk.
- It said, “Due March 8,” in thin cursive, and had a smiley face beneath the words.
- It was not attached to anything, though it did have some white paper melded into the sticky strip along its back.
- Clearly, it had belonged to something at some point.
- My first thought was, “OMG, what have I forgotten?”
- Because I don’t have anything with that specific due date on my to-do list …
- My “To-Due” list.
- Anyway, after digging around on my desk, which isn’t strictly mess, but neither is it neat, I gave up and messaged the boss.
- “You around?”
- Got an immediate Teams call.
- (I love Teams, btw. If you ever need to reach me, that is by far the fastest, most efficient way to do so.)
- “Hey, ah, I found this note on my desk with a due date on it, and I have no idea what it is for.”
- That, btw, is not something you want to say to your supervisor, but … always better to own it and move forward.
- And then we went through this dance where I held the post-it in front of the camera and moved it back-and-forth until it came into focus.
- She said, “Nope, not my handwriting.”
- Which was awesome.
- I stuck it back on my desk and put it toward the back of my mind.
- “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.”
- This weekend, whilst hanging the drywall in the living room, I noticed my Blind Date with a Book laying on the coffee table and it clicked.
- That little blue post-it note had been on that book.
- I could see it clear as day in my head.
- (The white paper melded to the post-it was not part of the book, so you can rest easy there. It had been on the wrapping paper.)
- Which means it has to go in inter-office mail TODAY.
- So thank you librarians for 30 minutes of panic on a Friday afternoon, is what I’m saying.
- Mostly, I’m old-school on my to-do list.
- I have a gridded, soft-cover Moleskine notebook that I sort of Bullet Journal with.
- Bullet journaling has a symbol-based to-do system, where different dots indicate different things.
- The fault in this system, as always, is human error.
- I use the notebook in conjunction with my Outlook calendar.
- If something is not on one of those two things, it may as well not exist.
- I haven’t yet gotten into the habit of putting tasks on my calendar; it’s all meetings.
- I like writing with my hand, I guess.
- There are studies that show taking notes by hand does a better job of settling information into your memory than typing.
- I’m following Science, is what I’m saying.
- (Though those claims are still undergoing peer-review.)
- Mmmm, peer review.
- Dude.
- This is the Mondayist list ever.
- Good grief.
- May you not find any rogue post-it notes upon your desk.
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- How do you do a recap a calamitous morning without sounding like you’re whining?
- I mean, you can’t, right?
- You just don’t tell the story.
- I will tell a little.
- This morning, I drove up and down the length of Harvard twice.
- First time to take the Teenager to school.
- Second to take the Teenager her glasses, without which she basically can’t see the whiteboards.
- (Whiteboards, not blackboards. Old.)
- I’m uncertain how the two of us did not realize she didn’t have her glasses on.
- That’s what happens when you try to leave in a hurry.
- Co-editor Snacks and Emmy the Psychodog are downstairs doing their caterwauling. Sorry, howling.
- I feel you, dogs.
- (But not you, Emmy, not after you whined literally all night.)
- What I’m saying is Harvard is the worst morning commute driving experience in Tulsa.
- The worst.
- It could be the main reason I’ve been clenching my jaws so much.
- And there are a couple more things I could tack on here, but … It’s Friday.
- Sorry. Friyay.
- Don’t want to harsh your vibe.
- 😀
- Hi, guys. What’s happenin’.
- Everyone enjoying Employee Appreciation Day?
- Got your cool swag yesterday, right?
- I snagged one of those giant Otis Spunkmeyer blueberry muffins, then scurried back to my office cave to eat it.
- Then I looked at the label … 440 calories.
- Calorie guilt set in.
- Didn’t eat it.
- Brought it home with me.
- Am eating it now because it’s Friday and the guilt don’t scare me anymore.
- Or something.
- I dunno, man. This is what happens when the dog tortures me all night and then they make me do two laps on Harvard.
- “They.”
- I have this plastic Batman hanging from a rope, at the end of which is a suction cup with the Batsignal on it.
- I’ve had it since my senior year of high school, and it’s gone from car to car to car ever since.
- (One of my best friends has one, too. Pretty sure his is still hanging in his car.)
- Right now, mine’s not hanging in the car for some weird reason.
- The point here is I’ve been a bit of a Batman fan for a while.
- But the movies … hit and miss, right? Been some good ones, been some bad ones.
- The Dark Knight? One of the best superhero movies ever made.
- Batman Forever. Well, that’s all we really need to say about that, isn’t it?
- I’m cautiously optimistic about the new one that opened today.
- Not sure if we’ll go see it in the theaters.
- Funny how the pandemic changed that.
- I have a great TV and a great sound system. I don’t really need to go to the theatre anymore, other than for that delicious, delicious overpriced popcorn.
- But you really don’t need to go to an actual movie to get that. Just go in, get your corns and leave.
- Get your popcorn and leave this weekend. You’re the boss of you.
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- The brain is on the hamster wheel this morning.
- We have this sign in our house, says, “Hold on, let me overthink this” or something close.
- The Wife bought it for the entry hallway, and the Teenager stole it and stashed it in her room.
- Overthinking: It’s what all the cool Anxiety people do.
- So what have I been overthinking about lately?
- I’m glad you asked.
- Been doing some replays of meetings.
- A ton of parenting moments.
- Will she be able to X?
- Can she Y?
- Stuff from five years ago.
- How to start today’s list.
- My brain, sometimes, is like The Torment-nator. It will not stop.
- I don’t mind, most the time. Fodder for writing.
- I resent it at night, though I’ve mostly slayed the insomnia dragon.
- It’ll flare up from time to time, but …
- All my sleep problems these days are related to making myself go to bed.
- It’s not that I dislike sleep.
- In fact, the older I get, the healthier my relationship with it.
- But sometimes, the only … time … I get for myself is at the very end of the day. Like 11 p.m.
- I usually fill that time with reading.
- (I should be filling it with writing, but mental exhaustion is a real thing. And I do love self-imposed guilt.)
- Right now, I’m re-reading Cold Days by Jim Butcher, which is basically an urban fantasy action flick in book form.
- And that last quarter, there’s not really a good place to stop.
- So I was still reading at 12:58 a.m. last night before my brain went, “Editor, dude, what in the world are you doing? You are not 25. This isn’t even a warning. You’re already past the point of suffering. ENJOY YOUR BOOK HANGOVER.”
- Narrator: He did not enjoy his book hangover.
- I did not leave the jumpstarting of my brain solely to caffeine, I’ll have you know.
- I exercised a bit this morning. Push-ups and squats. Exercises that hit multiple muscle groups.
- They say exercise is vital to creativity.
- Or something.
- I read too much, probably. But like, junk food reading.
- Like … you’ve heard that “it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert at something” thing, right?
- Was talking to the boss about it yesterday, as a matter of fact.
- And then this story popped up in my email.
- The 10,000 hour thing actually has some research behind it.
- What I’m saying is social media is creepy.
- And I wish it didn’t exist.
- Or at least I wish it were somehow different and not an amplifier for our worst behavior.
- Also, I’m going to make this soon.
- Looks delicious.
- Maybe not in the biscuit realm of deliciousness, but …
- Hamster wheel.
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- Day 6: Still no biscuits.
- We did, however, drive by Hatch in Jenks. Excited for that place to open.
- (No, I’m not going to write about biscuits again. If you want to read about biscuits, visit one of last week’s lists.)
- (I could, but I won’t.)
- I wrote about 250 words of ranting that I’ve just cut.
- There was a bit about the new war, which frightens me some.
- And then I complained about the birthday singing at Texas Roadhouse.
- No one wants that kind of negativity on a Monday.
- You’ve already got Monday to deal with, after all.
- The weekend kind of felt anticlimactic.
- We didn’t do a whole lot.
- Well, not true.
- We took the Teenager shoe shopping, which she hates. Weird, right?
- And we did it at Woodland Hills Mall, which was a thing.
- I’m still not super comfortable around crowds.
- Not sure I ever really was, but definitely not now after the pandemic.
- So many people, no one in masks.
- And I get that the CDC relaxed mask guidelines.
- But … it’ll take time to readjust, for me at least.
- Now for the important stuff. What is up with you ladies and the murder and disaster shows?
- Remember a few weeks back when I talked about Everest?
- Friday, the Wife wanted to watch The Impossible, which is about a family that survived the tsunami in Thailand that hit on Christmas Day (2004).
- So, you know, we watched it.
- Another uplifting piece of entertainment.
- (That was sarcasm.)
- Some sort of natural disaster that separates me from my family is pretty much my worst nightmare.
- Good movie. Very intense.
- There’s a scene where the dad sends two of his small children inland with strangers so he can stay and look for his wife and older son.
- No way I could do that.
- Also, holy cow, 14-year-old Tom Holland could already act.
- Yeah, I give up. I can’t avoid that Monday flavor.
- It’s because I didn’t get biscuits.
- I almost drove through KFC last night.
- We’d gone to the Re-Store in Jenks, rolled down Main St. on our way back home, and there it was.
- “I could get a biscuit,” I said.
- “I thought we were having steak.”
- …
- Sigh.
- No, I really did sigh, both then and now.
- Cue the “Yee Haws.”
- A Texas Roadhouse roll is good, but … a biscuit is better.
- You ever heard of the Rule of Three?
- “Sometimes called trebling, the Rule of Three is a pattern used in stories and jokes, where part of the story is told three times, with minor variations. The first two instances build tension, and the third releases it by incorporating a twist.”
- In this case, I didn’t do it properly, because today would be the fourth biscuit conversation. But the twist, maybe.
- I just thought you should know no biscuits were harmed in the making of these lists.
- More’s the pity.
- I promise not to write about biscuits on Wednesday.
- You have a Monday.
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- It’s early a.m., Feb. 25.
- The neighborhood kids have their sleds out and are using the cul-de-sac as a luge track.
- The current record is 10.7 seconds held by the little blonde girl with the fluffy pink stocking cap.
- She has excellent launch technique, and a clear desire to beat the boys.
- All I can think about is how hard landing on those sleds in these temperatures would be.
- I’m getting too old for this … stuff.
- I hiked out to look at the main road yesterday, careful to stay on the “grass.”
- Kinda sorta looked like the main was cleared-ish.
- I stepped out on the street and though it bore the look of snow, it was hard, packed ice.
- Guy could break a hip messing around on that, so of course I did some running slides, arms flailing about.
- Life’s too short to not have a good time.
- Speaking of good times, and because I know you know you’re dying to know, I made biscuits from scratch Wednesday night.
- Did they turn out well?
- No.
- Did they scratch the itch?
- Also no.
- Couple things. I think I worked the dough too much. It stuck to the waxed paper and I had to fold it again to get it loose.
- I had to use two-percent milk instead of whole, which allegedly leads to fluffier biscuits.
- Also, I don’t have a rolling pin.
- I mentioned that to a friend and they Googled “alternatives to rolling pins” for me, and said I could use a pint glass or a wine bottle.
- Opened a bottle of wine to empty to try that.
- Drank some wine.
- (I’m not really a wine person.)
- Looked at the bottle and decided I didn’t want to go to the trouble to get the labels off.
- And then realized I probably should’ve not opened the wine.
- I’d use a glass instead.
- Only after mixing the dough and dropping it onto the lightly floured wax paper, I totally forgot about the glass and used my hands to sort of mash it into a rectangle.
- …
- First time, man.
- (I only had the one glass of wine, thank you very much.)
- They didn’t rise all that much.
- Let’s say I can see why the British call cookies biscuits because my biscuits look like cookies. Kinda. Not all of them.
- And were kinda bland, like not enough salt.
- Room for improvement.
- I’m officially on the biscuit vision quest.
- Today, well, I need to get out of here. I must get out of this place.
- If only to get food cooked by someone else.
- In addition to the biscuits on Wednesday, I also made a pot of soup (lunch), and baked some fish (dinner).
- Last night, baked Parmesan chicken and sautéed veggies.
- And then we made Nestle Tollhouse recipe chocolate chip cookies, with milk chocolate chips instead of semi-sweet.
- Which I had for breakfast this morning with my coffee.
- Glorious.
- Life’s too short not to eat the cookies.
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- For once, the winter weather arrived on schedule.
- The pellets are pelting.
- And not hardly melting.
- As I sit here and wait.
- For the coffee to percolate.
- …
- I’m stopping.
- I rewrote the end of The Raven to give one of my buddies a hard time last night.
- Was kinda funny.
- Also a little bit trying too hard.
- I’m not a poet.
- I appreciate them, the poets, a great deal, but it’s not one of my gifts.
- I took poetry, a whole year of it, in college as part of my minor, but never really developed any sort of affinity for it.
- I won’t even claim I understand it.
- So.
- Yesterday’s list.
- Wasn’t supposed to be one. It just kind of … happened.
- Here’s the follow-up: Did not have a biscuit for lunch yesterday, nor one for dinner last night, nor one for breakfast this morning.
- And probably not one for lunch.
- So the yearning keeps on burning.
- And he gets the biscuit nevermore.
- Sigh.
- I’ll figure something out.
- Find a biscuit recipe with no eggs.
- (No, I’m not writing about bread again today. Probably.)
- What I did appreciate about poetry was the lyrical aspect of writing, how adding things like tempo and rhyme to normal prose can change how the reader reacts to your story.
- I don’t do enough of it in my fiction.
- There’s a fantasy author, Patrick Rothfuss, who slips into rhyme and verse so smoothly you scarely know he’s doing it.
- Now, if he’d just finish his bloody trilogy.
- Been more than 10 years since his last book, book two. Ten years we’ve been waiting for the climax of that particular tale.
- I have no hope he’ll ever actually finish it.
- Guy has crippling anxiety.
- I assume it’s a similar situation with George R. R. Martin.
- That dude is never going to finish Game of Thrones.
- I mean, why would he? He has silly money.
- Some writers are fueled by discomfort.
- They write to salve the wounds of life and to conquer the beast of boredom.
- Dan Simmons, in Hyperion, has a poet for a character, and there’s a line he says about the best place for a writer is prison.
- He’s probably not wrong.
- The most consistently productive I’ve ever been (writing fiction) was during a five-month stay in a foreign country where I couldn’t really speak the language.
- In real life, you have to figure out a way to fit it in amongst all your responsibilities.
- One of my buddies (not the one the revised Raven) always throws up that quote, and I can’t remember what it’s from, but it goes: “Sometimes, I do what I want. Most of the time, I do what I have to.”
- That’s getting a little grim.
- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
- As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
- “T’was the sleet,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door – only this and nothing more”
- Stay warm. Someone make some biscuits.
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- I know I’ve talked about my love of Bread before, but it’s been awhile.
- And I’m craving biscuits.
- We went to BBD2 Sunday for breakfast after picking up the Teenager from a sleepover.
- And I had the bread dilemma: pancakes or biscuits.
- Went with pancakes, and instantly regretted it.
- I mean, they were fine, but …
- Why not both, you ask?
- That’s a lot of calories.
- Why am I talking about biscuits?
- Because I saw a picture of them this morning, and it jump-started the craving.
- I imagine it will remain there, in my brains, until I’ve been biscuit sated.
- Sigh.
- I mean, I don’t know when that’ll be.
- I don’t want no stinkin’ QT biscuit.
- Has to be a good one, with those buttery, crispy edges, and flaky and soft like a cloud on the inside.
- I think I may be doing myself harm right now.
- Self-inflicted emotional torment.
- Maybe I’ll just make some this weekend.
- Or maybe during Winter IV: The Coldening.
- I’ll pick up my ingredients while I’m getting all the bread and milk that’ll fit in my cart.
- It’s the sweet vs. savory battle of breakfast, right?
- I almost always, no matter how good the pancakes are, go with savory.
- I’d rather have the breakfast proteins and biscuits or toast, or literally anything Southwestern-themed.
- At Blue Moon, it’s either the Blue Plate special, the Notorious B-n-G, or one of their weekend specials.
- (Pro tip: Always get one of the weekend specials. Always.)
- The biscuits at Blue Moon Café are amazing.
- COVID curtailed my Blue Moon trips, unfortunately.
- I feel like I’m in that episode of Survivor when they talk about all the food they’re missing from home.
- But I’m going to keep rolling with it.
- Tulsa has an amazing list of locally owned breakfast eateries, between the diners and the slightly more upscale faire, there’s no reason, other than time economy, to not have good breakfast.
- I see that Tally’s sign saying “Voted Tulsa’s Best Breakfast,” and I think, man, people are missing out if that’s the winner.
- Apparently unpopular opinion: I wouldn’t go to Tally’s unless someone made me.
- Blue Moon Café, Wildflower Café, The Bramble, Hatch Good Mood Food (when it finally gets open in Jenks) … And then there’s a ton of places I haven’t gotten to try yet.
- Oh, The Savoy!
- And we’re leaving out all the good diners that are all better than Tally’s.
- One of my cycling buddies and I sometimes do a “diner ride” on Sunday mornings, and go to Ollie’s Station on the west side. Hard to beat its breakfast buffet (and still better than Tally’s).
- The ride back home is awful, of course. Overeating breakfast food then immediately riding 15 miles is not smart.
- I gotta stop. I want to just run out of here and go eat breakfast.
- Hit me with your favorite breakfast spots in the comments.
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- You ever have one of those days …
- After receiving a bid to fix something in our house that made me weep on the inside, we opted to fix it ourselves.
- Involves a wall. Well, walls now. And drywall.
- It did not involve drywall when we started, obviously.
- I mean home projects never, in my experience, go the path of least resistance.
- My dad used to build houses, so I had him over as project manager.
- He is not the most patient of teachers, and as he’s in his 70s his assistance is only instructional.
- Now our TV room looks like the pic above.
- But I’m learning things, so yay.
- Sorry. “Yay!”
- And I got a cool new oscillating saw thing.
- Next weekend: Hanging drywall!
- Also, the room was trimmed out in paneling you apparently can’t get anymore, so I need to figure out something with the walls to make them not look super weird.
- I’ll get the Teenager to watch some Chip and Joanna I guess.
- Or Property Brothers.
- When she was smaller and would visit Grandma’s house, they would invariably end up watching HGTV.
- So the Teenager has long-held strong opinions about interior design.
- One of the solutions will not involve redoing the entire rest of the room.
- On the next episode of This Old House …
- What’s funny is we’ve been talking about doing that furniture flipping thing.
- With the new house, we have some empty rooms and we’ve been … well, the Wife has been furniture shopping, literally everywhere.
- Like everything else in this inflated new world, furniture is ridiculously expensive.
- For instance, a nice set of patio furniture can run you north of $2,000.
- Well, will, not can.
- We need a dining room table. Those are more expensive than patio furniture.
- Like, they cost as much as the Teenager’s first car would’ve cost a couple years ago.
- DUDE.
- I’m going to have to go to my dad’s workshop of many tools and learn how to build a bloody table I guess.
- (I say that like it’s as easy as “oh, I’m just gonna go table me up a table.”)
- Could be a cool adventure.
- Making things.
- Have to be careful saying things like this. The romanticism of hope never quite comes across the same in the real world.
- There’s a little bit of cynicism in this morning’s list.
- Chock it up to Monday. I’ve had coffee, so let’s change our vector.
- Finished my Blind Date with a Book over the weekend.
- For those playing the home game, it was The Library at Mount Char.
- And it was a very Neil Gaiman-esque sort of experience. Maybe mix in some Tim Powers.
- It’s difficult to sum up in a couple of bullets, so let’s just say it involves a crazy pantheon of librarian gods and their shenanigans.
- Was good stuff. Thank you, whichever of you Librarian folk sent it my way.
- We found ourselves with a Teenager-free evening Saturday, so we went to the movies and saw The King’s Man because a) we liked the first two, and b) the Teenager didn’t want us to see Uncharted without her.
- At least the popcorn was good.
- Have yourself some good popcorn this week.
- Seriously, just go to the theatre, buy some, and leave.
- … Yeah, I’ll stop.
- Have a Monday.
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- Parent/Teacher conferences in the time of Covid are kind of awesome.
- Every one we’ve had for the Teenager this year (yes, the school she’s at still does parent/teacher conferences for eighth graders) has been via Zoom with all her teachers in one meeting.
- No running around in the car. No arranging schedules. Just pop on Zoom, talk the kiddo, and go about my day.
- Which is what we just did.
- Probably we think of our children’s teachers in the abstract most the time.
- Mr. So-and-so. Ms. Lastname.
- And you know, when you don’t know someone well, it makes it easier to perhaps not think or treat them with the respect they deserve.
- It’s super cool to see how much they care about our children.
- How flexible they are in not just trying to accommodate our children’s academic needs, but also their emotional and social needs.
- Teachers are subject matter experts, counselors, and surrogate parents for 20-30 students at a shot, and sometimes 120 over the course of a day.
- What a huge, monumentally important role they have in our society.
- And despite all the obstacles society throws at them, to be able to still care about our children …
- I have no words, really.
- After a great night’s sleep (hallelujah) and a great parent/teacher conference this morning, I’m feeling kinda, I dunno, grateful?
- And in Whoville they say that the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day.
- Also, on my second cup of coffee.
- Wednesday, after the Smashmouth stunt, one of my coworkers sent me a friendly “I hate you” message.
- Which made me actually laugh.
- Mwahahaha.
- What’s a little sonic torment amongst friends?
- Somebody once told me …
- To be fair, it was stuck in my head, too, for a good 12 hours.
- I just didn’t want to suffer alone.
- Is a song that so easily becomes an earworm good?
- There’s some part of it that resonates. Is that not a barometer for quality?
- Behold the power of magnetic melody!
- Blind Date with a Book Report: I’m somewhere in the middle and it has shifted from pretty good to fantastic.
- Stayed up too late reading it the night before last, in fact.
- Which is the universal Reader’s Stamp of Approval.
- Squirrel.
- You know, the worst part of coffee/caffeine addition is the aftermouth it leaves you with.
- I really need to go brush my teeth again.
- Have the Coffee Teeth Sweaters.
- Which are the worst.
- (Sorry, man, I used all my seriousness up at the top of the list with the teacher stuff.)
- Keep your teeth clean and your soul light this weekend.
- Also, one of my “friends” just hit me with “Careless Whisper,” so rest assured I’m getting Karmic payback from the universe.
- Would you rather: Be stuck with Smashmouth’s “All Star,” or Wham’s “Careless Whisper?”
- The former all the way.
- Have an all-star weekend, kids.
