“Meet the Press” was kind of designed for me this morning. Rep. Keith Ellison (D-MN) was on talking about the bullshit targeting of Muslims in the wake of the Boston Marathon bombing. Amy Klobuchar (D-MN) was part of the roundtable along with Joaquin Castro (D-TX) and Chuck Todd (who I adore). Plus, Chuck Todd asked if they could contractually talk about Conan O’Brien yet, because Conan was damn funny at the White House Correspondent’s dinner. Aces all around.
After “Meet the Press” I meant to whip up some brunch, but got distracted by Plants vs. Zombies. I’ve decided to become re-obsessed with this game, because I’m five now? I don’t know. Whatever, I’ve spent entirely more time than I care to divulge over the past three days trying to complete the survival mode. It’s hard as shit and if you’ve done it, you must tell me the secrets.
Obviously this meant my plans to whip up brunch turned to whipping up lunch. The only thing that changed was the time. I usually like to eat a brunch-like meal on Sundays since we eat Family Dinner at 5:30 which is way earlier than I usually eat dinner 7ish or if I’m on a writing streak like I was on Friday it’s closer to 8ish. You care about the very inane details of my daily life, admit it.
Now I had planned to do some freelance editing work while tuned into some sort of loud Rock & Roll music while sitting in front of the sunny, open windows. However, I have fallen into a Time-Life infomercial about the Golden Age of Country Music and I can’t seem to turn away. It’s not sold in stores! And someone is singing “The Ballad of Jed Clampett.” There is no way I’m budging until this crap is over. All the sparkly Nudie suits are too mesmerizing. I can’t even blink.
Also, I am curious about this thing where TV shows would feature men strumming guitar and singing to what appears to be a random woman sitting on a stool.
Worth it for the 30-second clip of of June & Johnny Cash singing “Jackson.” If this were an actual DVD I might be dishing out the four easy payments of only $29.99 each. Though I have to admit I’m a little annoyed by the capitalization style they’ve chosen for the rolling scroll of songs. For instance they’ve gone with “Singing The Blues” whereas I’m more of a fan of “Singing the Blues.” I will give them partial credit for consistency.
Mickey Gilley is wearing a ridiculously large MG rhinestone necklace bling type thing. I’m a little embarrassed for him.
Oh Glenn Campbell! He was the only “rock” star my mom ever went gaga for. She eschewed The Beatles and The Stones and everyone of her generation for Glenn Campbell.
What I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted by Glenn, is that I think I love these types of infomercials because they play he exact amount of song that I want to hear before shuffling onto the next song. They fit my musical ADD to a T.
Eventually the infomercial ended and I flipped over to a baseball game and spent some quality time with Between a Heart and a Rock Place, Pat Benetar’s memoir. It’s not the Heart memoir, but it’s going to be my rebound book. Nothing will be the Heart memoir until Liz Phair writes one. I’m beginning to accept that fact.
And then without intent I took the best accidental two-hour nap in the history of two hour naps. I’ve napped through many things but baseball might be my favorite. This nap was so good that occasionally I would float up to consciousness and my brain was all, “damn this is a good, comfy nap” and back down I’d go. It was a nap so good that even though I lost two hours of time I was a-okay with it. Also, I dreamt about a celebrity rock-n-jock type baseball game that involved Kate Pierson from the B-52s in left field and doing a horrible job in that position.
The downside it’s now 10 p.m. & I’m all party! party! party! I might not sleep at all tonight, which will not bode well for tomorrow.
Of course when I finally roused my lazy bones from slumber at the crack of 4 p.m. I had to start getting shit together for Family Dinner. Thankfully, I made my contribution yesterday so really it was just packed up the tuna salad, potato chips, and diced onions. Family Dinner was grilled brats & dogs and it was delightful. There were also root beer floats (barf) and Rice Krispie bars (also barf). Even so, it was damn good.
We got a chance to check out Sister #2’s fancy doctor robes and velvet tam. The ostentatiousness of the getup made The Tibbles and me giggle our butts off. We’re mature like that sometimes. Also, in even better news, I traded a Tibble sleepover for having to drive out to South Dakota for Sister #4’s masters commencement ceremony next weekend. Total bargain.
The rest of the evening was spent discussing the Project Runway finale, Mad Men, and whining about how the world would be a much better place if people would let me conduct their lives the way I think they should be conducted. Also, if everyone on social media would act the way I want them to act.
As you can see, that infomerical was totally the high point. Now some banana bread & more Plants vs. Zombies.
The “It’s (Insert Day of Week) and I’m Boring” is a series that Christa and I do to pay homage to the beauty of old-school blogging. (I totally copied this nice explanation from Christa).