Pointless Announcements

Nah, I just happen to be semi-talented at recognizing 80's tunes.

And although I posted this before, it's relative enough to repost: What Not to Do at a Ryan Adams Concert:

 

I hope CinnamonGirl saw this!

 

It's getting dark, dark outside and I can hear the first pattering of raindrops on the skylights. Oh yes, for that I will squee.

 

Holy monsoon season, Batman!

My backyard looks like that "It was raining..." scene from Forrest Gump.

 

I have arranged my evening. Which includes dancing. and then banging.
Tomorrow there is lecture from 8-12:15 on diseases of the lower GI system.
My life...it's pretty good, considering.

 

I realize that by singing along with Coyote in my car, i may look a liitle odd. Don't care.

 

Just took The Couch (nickname for the Challenger, it looks like my living room sectional inside) out on the freeway again just to hear it gurgle at stop lights.

The car is utterly amazing at what it was designed for: cruising. After pushing a 100-hp hatchback for years, this thing is like a spaceship when it launches.

 

Bob Seger came to the store tonight. I helped him find some DVDs. He called me a "beautiful young woman". Very pleased.

 

SO. MANY. JOKES.

Did you ask him for some tips on working those "night moves" or if it really was "like a rock?"

 

I wanted to sing about Night Cheese because I watch too much 30 Rock.

 

No such thing, lady. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go flop on my California Kong mattress.

So. fucking. good.

 

So good I want to take it behind a middle school and get it pregnant.

 

You're crude. I like that.

We must drink together.

We will drink together.

 

Yes. Yes. Yes.

 

Hot

 

...you injected weird dirty old man sexual innuendo into a situation where it wasn't warranted?

That's not like you at all.