Go , Shorty
Hello! Here are a series of things, things that have nothing to do with each other, in any way whatsoever, Amen.
Thing One: At the end of comment time, there were 372 comments wishing Mr. Phil a speedy recovery. I went ahead and rounded up to 375, because...well. It just sounds better to me. And so, I made a donation to the ACS in Mr. Phil's name for $375. Thank you all again for all of your help, and thank you particularly to the wonderful people who emailed me or commented that they would be willing to match this donation. You are Awesome. In the end, all of y'all helped raise close to $800 for the ACS.
Aren't you proud of yourselves? You should be! I kiss you!
Thing 2: Completely unrelated. I warned you.
So, Dukay and I were talking about music the other day, specifically, music we used to know but haven't thought about in a long time, and we had this conversation:
Self: Wait, wait, what was that song, that Cracker song, and...Get Off This? Was that it?
Dukay: Yeah, that was it, but I don't remember the words, something...if you want to change the world, something something...uh...
Self: Yeah, shut your mouth...uh...something...uh...
Self: WELL THE GUITAR PLAYER'S HANGING OUT IN HOLLYWOOD SAYING HE'S JUST TRYIN' TO GET SOME SLEEP BUT EVERYONE'S COMPLAINING ARE YOU TRULY DEEPLY CYNICAL CAUSE BOY YOU KNOW I LOVED YOU SO WHEN NO ONE KNEW YOUR NAME AND YOU WERE POMPOUS.
Self: I think I just blew up.
Dukay: Baby...where...did that come from?
Apparently, it came from some long forgotten part of my brain, that has just been holding onto those lyrics, much in the same way that it holds onto the rap-type part of "Hook" by Blues Traveler (SUCK IT IN SUCK IT IN SUCK IT IN) and all of the words to "We Didn't Start the Fire" (HARRY TRUMAN DORIS DAY). This is not necessarily information I need, and the fact that so much of my brain power seems to be occupied with keeping these useless nuggets of information totally intact means that, almost certainly, important things must be seeping out of my ears on a pretty regular basis. Next time I forget something important, LIKE MY OWN PHONE NUMBER, which I forgot last week when I was at the cell phone store, I am just going to shrug and say, "Listen, don't blame me. Blame Cracker. They bogarted all the good brain cells."
Bastards. You realize, this is what my reliable brain cells have retained. Just say no, people.
And, thing three: Still, no connecting principle here. La la la. Talky words.
So, it's March 6th today. It is my birthday, which makes me twenty eight, which seems VERY OLD TO ME all of a sudden.
Do you want to see some scary math? 30 - 28 = 2.
TWO. TWO YEARS UNTIL I AM THIRTY.
So, I may be freaking out. Send wine.
P.S.: TWOTWOTWO. TWO.
UPSATE: HELLO! It is now 12:39, which mEans it isno longer my birthday. We had a party and thuings. Love yo!
P.S. DUkay says hi! And lotsof other peolpe too. HEllo!