Today marks the 30th Anniversary of Cyndi Lauper’s “She’s So Unusual”. When I first saw this I was all Holy shit! I am old! But then I remembered being old or feeling old is a privilege and instead thought Holy shit! I can’t believe that record has been with me for 30 years! It’s funny that I learned of the anniversary late this afternoon, because earlier I was chatting with Steve about how I hardly ever listen to entire albums….
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: Waiting for Tino Edition
5:56 p.m. Throughout the day on Sundays, while I narrate my boring day to myself, I often think you should do something. Mostly I mean something other than what I am doing. Something outside of the house or exciting or you know, anything. But then I get involved in whatever it is I want to be doing and forget about doing something that would be exciting to read about. Next week, though, hold on to your hats! I’m actually doing…
& So What?
My Underrated Skills
Work is slow right now. I don’t know why and I should probably be panicking. However, I don’t feel like panicking because that is boring and I spent the past two days so unbelievably bored that I kind of prayed for death. See, I was stricken by one of those awful, knife-stabbing, unrelenting sinus headaches. These things are the pits. Joy! I don’t know what I hate most about the sinus headache: how it laughs in the face of all…
You say HAIM and I hear Nu Shooz or Stacey Q or, hell, even Debbie Gibson
If you spend any time lurking about certain musical alleyways and corners of the Internet, you know that HAIM is the it band of the moment. If you don’t know that, it’s okay. The world is vast and varied place. I am sure there are a bajillion things you know about that I’ve never heard of. There is no need for you to proclaim your ignorance in the comments, or via email. It seems that, without fail, whenever I talk…
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: The chirpy smoke detectors & glorious naps edition
10:35 a.m. Sunday started super early when the smoke alarm in my bedroom began its intermittent ‘my battery is dying’ chirp. It was 4:45 in the morning. How come those things never chirp at like two in the afternoon? I hopped out of bed and set to looking for the 9-volt batteries. I knew I bought a bunch of them the last time one of those fuckers started chirping at ridiculous o’clock in the morning. It must have been awhile…