I (heart) Gary Wright

I'm in the process of getting approval to have Dreamweaver installed on my computer at work and when T. the tech guy stopped by my desk this morning, I sang, soulfully, Dreamweaver., by Gary Wright; "I believe you can get me through the ni-hight."

Appalled at my introduction of this hauntingly beautiful song into his morning musical rotation, T. the tech guy drew upon his cure-all to the common stuck song: Hold on Loosely, by .38 Special. I have nothing against .38 Special, and I actually like this particular song, but it has nothing on Tina Turner's Private Dancer in terms of song unstickiness efficacy.

When I introduced this (BETTER) alternative to T. the tech guy, he went all autistic on me, clutching his head and repeating, "Think of .38 Special, think of .38 Special."

It was both alarming and entertaining, which kind of sums up my reintroduction to corporate america.

Miss Herd

There is little in the world I enjoy more than mis-heard song lyrics. I saw my friend's boyfriend's band tonight and I swear the chorus to one of their songs was: "Weekend! Suck it! You should see it now." Which, quite honestly, was brilliant.

I have no idea what the actual lyric was, but it couldn't possibly compare.

Saw another band, too: Tom Cruise Control. Good. If the ironically southern lead singer/guitar finds his way here, he should definitely consider posting a comment. He appeared to inhabit all that dirty southern sexiness without the dirty southern stupidity that usually accompanies. Yum.

PS - I lived in the south so I am allowed to make these sweeping generalizations.

PPS - my new (again) favorite word is fucktard.

PPSS - Baby Girl + Baby Face 4 ever (to infinity and beyond!)

God Loves Me

Tuesday night lineup on the new CW:
7:00 PM Gilmore Girls
8:00 PM Veronica Mars