if they turned me inside out, would they be able to see all my dirty little secrets?
I have one for you… I love the soundtrack to Xanadu. I play it in the car, and sing along…. especially to any song with Olivia Newton John. I’m not proud, but I’m not exactly ashamed either. Plus, ELO kicks ass!
Confession is good for the soul, what’s your dirty little secret?
I’m worried about throwing the ultimate Oscar party. It can’t just be a good party, it has to be the ultimate Oscar party.
Wait a second, that’s not me… that’s the E! Channel demographic. Why am I watching this channel. Because I am working on a training project, and the E! channel is keeping me company. It does not require my actual brains to listen to it.
I will be in Portland Oregon tomorrow and Friday, to deliver said training project. 50 Word Fiction Friday will return on Friday [duh] March 3.
Meanwhile, enjoy Bobby Day’s “Little Bitty Pretty One”
Happy Valentine’s day everyone. I wuv you and I send you kisses! I got a valentine in the mail from my cat, Pru. Coincidentally, I also got one from my mom on the very same day. But the handwriting is completely different, so I know it was just a coincidence.
I know I have posted this song before, but I’m going to do it again, because it’s always a good idea to bring Thea Gilmore to the attention of someone who has not heard of her. Plus, it’s a valentine song! For those who like their valentine’s with a bit more bite.
Once again, hell has frozen over and I am cleaning house. I’m working on the kitchen. I still haven’t finished the office, but a dirty kitchen is ickier. And it’s dirty. And messy. Both. I started at one end of the counter, and I am working my way around, cleaning surfaces as I clear them. That’s the way I like to clean, so I can see progress. I don’t just want to see bare counter top, I want to see bare and shiny counters!
Originally, I continued on like this, talking about cleaning, and I almost walked away in the middle of the post, I was so not entertained by it. The only thing less entertaining than cleaning, is reading about me trying to cleaning. So, instead I am going to post one of the greatest songs to clean along to EVER.
Lots of drama at my Place of Employment. We acquired a fairly good size company in the same realm we are in, and you know what happens when two big companies collide? Redundancy in staff. But, we heard tell of the best Xmas gift my POE has ever given us, only to receive emails telling us the shipment to Seattle offices was delayed. Once the other offices confirmed what we heard, we were sorely disappointed, and wanted our gift more than ever. Friday, some Executive types were up in Seattle for some Q&A, and Rockin’ Jody [did you know there is another Jodi at my POE? Have I mentioned that?] told me that he would pay me a US Quarter for every time I could work in the word “shuffle” into a question. A shiny Kansas State Quarter!
“Oooo… that’s my favorite one! It’s got a buffalo AND a daisy on it!” said Evildeb.
I didn’t do it. I’m not stupid.
We Used to Be Friends (Theme Song) from the album “Veronica Mars (Original Television Soundtrack)” by The Dandy Warhols
I’m listening to the soundtrack to Veronica Mars. It’s an excellent show, and an excellent soundtrack. I know a lot of my friends watch Lost, which this season, plays opposite of Veronica Mars, but hopefully you’ll check out VM when Lost is in repeats. It’s a very smart show, well written, and has fun cameos every once in a while. Last week was Joss Whedon as an obnoxious car rental clerk. [Apparently he calls Veronica Mars “Best. Show. Ever.” ] Earlier in the season it was Kevin Smith as, get this, a convenience store clerk! Yes! Anyway, last season is out on DVD, so you can ask Santa for it, or you can come over and watch my copy.
I promise I will watch Lost, when season two comes out on DVD. From what I hear, I might as well save myself the mental anguish and wait until I can watch a whole bunch of both seasons at once.
Survived the trip to Portland, but it was a long day. Put Dr. Stevil, Evildeb and I into a car together for more than five minutes, and it’s like driving around 3 obnoxious 7 year olds on a sugar high. Dr. Stevil is my hero because he used his fancy Treo phone PDA thingy to get a serial number for the trial version of Mah Jong I had on my laptop, from the road. Nonetheless, by the time we dropped him off at his house, late last night, he ran practically screaming from the car. It was so cute.
I Hear the Bells from the album “Veronica Mars (Original Television Soundtrack)” by Mike Doughty
Today is the day when good boys and girls, in the United States, go out and vote. All sorts of fun stuff on the ballots today. Including a new mayor for Seattle, although I don’t get to vote for that, I am not registered in the city of Seattle. In celebration of election day, my neighborhood senior citizen philosopher has changed his Placemat Platitude. Unfortunately, it’s a repeat.
“The ballot is stronger than the bullet.” ~ Abe Lincoln
I had a rock in my hand, and I was getting ready to throw it at his window, yelling “Hey… old man! We’ve seen that one before!” but then I noticed he added a festive little “Vote!” banner, at the bottom. At a jaunty angle. So, ok… this time we’ll let it go.
All of you… go do what you’re told and vote!
I bought this cd today:
Kate Bush: Aerial
I’ve just started listening to it, but so far, I love it.
Oh, one more thing, I had to borrow a Windows laptop for some seminar thing I was participating in. Yay. I left my desk and found the following note when I returned:
Dear Mr Alien,
Please bring back my friend Jodi as soon as possible and remove the Jodi-look-a-like impostor you left in her place.I’m on to you, Mr. Alien, you may think you are really clever and that the substitution was flawless. But you made one huge, fatal, mistake – Ha! PC laptop!!
Bring back Jodi – remove the clone and we’ll say no more about it.
Yours sincerely, Louise, Alien Clone Sub Spotter Extraordinaire
XXX
PS: The cheese pie detail almost fooled me. Nice.
My iTunes is on random today, and I am very sleepy, so I was very shocked to hear this song come out of my headphones. I had no idea I had that song on my hard drive, or where it came from. And thus, a new feature was born. It’s a lazy feature. Good for sleepy days.
Songs Jodi had no idea were on her hard drive. I won’t tell you what it is. It’s a surprise for you as well.
In the animal world, urine is used to mark territory, to make a claim. I think this instinct is strong in humans as well. Now, I don’t know about you men, but the ladies rarely literally pee on things. They have other ways of staking claim. We leave things behind… scent, lipstick kisses, our unmentionables. And, if necessary, we take meetings in the ladies room.
Such was the conversation I was having with Christine, when I discovered she’d never heard the song. Scandalous! I had to take care of that asap.
I am so crabby today. I don’t deserve to be. I have only happy things in life. I have absolutely nothing to complain about. Nothing. I’m a blessed and lucky girl with fabulous friends and family. And yet, I want to bite people today. I am sublimely crabby.
So, rather than cater to that crabbiness, I am going to post the only song I know that has my name in it. It’s a pretty delightful song.
Papa Come Quick – Bonnie Raitt
Normally I avoid posting on Fridays, so as not to distract from the spectacle that is that day’s 50 word fiction post, which is right down there, but enough people have said to me, today, “Jodi… what did you find yourself in the middle of, for pete’s sake?” that I am going to post a third time. And the answer is this: it doesn’t matter. Because that sort of nonsense can only bother you so long. Especially in a world of people who “get” all the right things. Finding out that it’s not only your old friends, but your new ones as well who understand that incoherent joke about pickles. Hearing someone tell you they are finally freed from their indentured servitude and will be returning to their normal job of paying attention to you next week. And people who tell you stories that make this picture amusing.
And last, but certainly not least, finding some spanking new music, including songs about monkeys!
That’s right, I said MONKEYS!
