I listened to Alanis Morrisette’s “You Oughta Know” on my iPod on the way to work this morning.

Seconds after she hollered her last “You, you, you oughta know!” at, well, whomever hurt her and inspired her to write this song, my iPod came up with a response….

“Cut the protesting, forget the excuses”
(From Blood Money, out of Jesus Christ Superstar)

Made me laugh.

Bwa-ha-ha-ha

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So I stumbled across this quiz when I found this image on a Google Search:

Of course, being the Poison er, fan that I was, this image caused much distress. And I had to look at the quiz, and it only got worse.

Why in the name of all of the gods would you make a quiz titled “Which Poison Song Are You?” and make the graphic for Every Rose out of a still for Something to Believe In? There’s plenty of lovely images of Bret from the Every Rose video that would have worked perfectly well. Something to Believe isn’t even from the same damn album.

And of course I had to take the quiz, since I had located it, and here is my result. I don’t recall this shot – but the outfit is at least the right era, and it might well be from RtW.

Originally posted on 1/9/07

So yeah, I read Aunt B’s comment on circumcision, even though I have no (human) sons and do not intend to create any.

B responds to some of her commenters with a list of possible reasons parents might give their sons for having the proceure done.

In the middle of the list is this:

“Your dad thought it would be nice if you had matching dicks.”

 
And there was much amusement.

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Have you ever had that feeling that something wasn’t quite right and it takes you a minute to figure out what’s wrong? Like the day your father put on a purple tie, and something just didn’t seem quite NORMAL about it?

Yeah, it’s been kind of like that. The window shade in my kitchen has gone missing. Every time I walk in there, I’m struck by how BIG and OPEN the window seems before it dawns on me that it’s not supposed to be that way. From that point on, all I can see is the pegs at the top that should be supporting a window shade.

I wanted to call my mom and ask her either if she took the shade (for some strange purpose) or what normal adults do when they arrive home and their window coverings have left. But alas, she wasn’t home, and I can’t very well call my Dad on this one, he’d start making up scarier scenerios about what happened and then he’d tell me I should padlock every possible entrance into the house, including the vent to the kitchen fan.

I keep making up excuses for the window shade. The management company for this apartment is usually really good about giving the required 24 hour notice before entering, so my first thought yesterday when I first noticed that the shade was gone was that someone…. broke in and took the window shade…. leaving the good silver in the closet, the china in the cupboard, the DVDs in the hallway, and the computers upstairs. Yeaaaahhhh. Or maybe, just maybe, this was the work of a Very Strange peeping tom, who gets off on watching people dance around the kitchen in sweats while cooking. Hey, you never know, and I’m sure there’s people out there who would be flattered by the thought of someone wanting to watch them boogie in the kitchen in sweats.

Kyrie will be locating the apartment management today and asking them their whereabouts yesterday morning and whether they know anything about the Case of the Missing Window Shade.

As if anyone needed it proven to them that we have made healthy living a thing only the privileged may have…

Here I am, on a random monday at the start of the year (Ok, so it’s a holiday and my 32nd birthday, but it’s still pretty random if you think about it.) I’d really like to go exercise. I have some new audiobooks on my iPod just waiting for a treadmill.

And do you know, I can’t find one that I have access to if it would save my damn life?

There’s an exercise room in our apartment complex. But due to some problems they had with the college kids using it to watch cable late at night, disturbing the people who happen to live right next to it, it’s been locked up and has to be unlocked by the site management.

Needless to say, it being a holiday, the office isn’t open, and I’m loathe to disturb Steve’s holiday by asking him to unlock it for me.

And I can’t find a gym that is both convenient to get to and wants anything less than $150 UP FRONT for a membership. When did exercise become so expensive? Last gym membership I had, you agreed to pay X amount monthly and that was it. Now they’re asking for first and last month and your firstborn. Y’all, I just have the hardest time agreeing to pay anyone $150 right now just to have access to a treadmill so I can take my iPod for a walk.

This is still Oregon, still winter… while it’s not raining right this second, it’s been drizzling on and off today, which makes the prospect of a stroll along the river trail less appealing. And even the course at the mall is out, since it’s business hours and I’d have to run over many foolish shoppers just to get some exercise in. I may just have to bundle up and hope the rain holds off for an hour or so and do the river trail, as much as I’d prefer to be indoors. Because evidently, fitness is for people who consider $150 (or more) a REASONABLE signup fee. The rest of us poor sods had just better get used to not enjoying the pleasure of sleeping in until shopping hours have started.