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it’s our time down here.

Today is a good day.

Mom, Lolly, and the kids are coming down on Wednesday, and I’m getting the house ready for company. Usually this would send me into a tizzy, but it doesn’t feel that way right now.  And of course, Johnny will be here on the 28th. Life feels exceptional these days.

Knock on wood.

P.S. In perusing the internet, which I do on occasion, I came across this little known guitarman, JM‘s blog about The Goonies. I agree with his philosophy that, if we live long enough, and are truthful enough with ourselves, we eventually accept and revel in the fact that inside, we are all Goonies.

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Circle, circle, dot dot…

  • Observations of the Day:

gov_romneyfree_image-798232.jpg     vs.   ken.jpg

          What do you think?  When Ken grows up and stops dying his hair….

  Honestly, I can’t decide if he’s more Ken-like, or more soap opera starry.  I wonder if he has an evil twin somewhere.    We probably should look into this before we vote for him.*



Dave gave me The Blog of The Day status yesterday. He likes me! (or at least one of my videos..) Hey Mikey! Pretty cool. Go read about him, he’s  interesting. Which makes me cool by comparison…. hmm… and thereby You. Congratulations. 🙂

Oooo. Have you heard of Jenny Owen Youngs? Surely you have…. if not, get thee to her myspace, and quickly. Listen to Things We Don’t Need Anymore. It’s a really superb and deliciously sad Christmas song. I would love to meet her and talk about the background of all of her songs. If you’re into lyrics like I am, you will adore her.

It’s time for me to go to bed now. I have more to say, but I think I’m just going to try to jot them down later, my parents are coming to town, so it’ll be a weekend full of lovely Disney Magic. And you know I’m a sucker for Disney Magic. 🙂

I’ll leave you with a PSA that we all need….

**edit** If I had an Idiot of the Day theme, I would use it for this man. He won’t even remember the heroic measures he took to keep that good vodka out of the hands of unappreciative, uncultured airport employees.

*but don’t. Ron Paul all the way, baby.