Month: November 2003

This is the best laugh I’ve gotten all day. A Lileks-esque take on album covers. When you look at these, think carefully to yourself, Someone, somewhere, thought this was a good idea.

[Update: This is the page those came from and plenty more! I’m a happy girl. Of course, it’s keeping me from making my word count today.]

Saw a Reuters’ headline that Sister Sledge Visited the UK Parliament to talk against guns, or something like that. I just skimmed the article. But my God, Sister Sledge in the headlines? Aren’t they more like “Grandma Sledge”? And the cute little lead singer, does she still have braces? Because I think that was a large part of the group’s appeal.

I know that people dump on celebs for getting political; I personally don’t see what the big deal is. It seems to me that the problem people have is not that the celebs are political, but that the press picks up on it and splashes their faces and the stories across the newspaper.

Anyway, I’ve got to say that putting Sister Sledge in the headlines, for whatever reason, is absolutely mind-boggling. Who at Reuters decided that we even care?

I voted today. I wasn’t going to bother, because there wasn’t anything on the Leominster ballot that needed my immediate attention. The mayor was running unopposed, so as long as he voted for himself, he’d be in. I like the mayor. I’m not a fool, I disagree with him in some areas, but I like him, and I voted for him.

What I decided to do, based on just being totally fed up with the Bozos on the city council, is to go vote specifically for anyone who wasn’t an incumbent. I am so completely fed up with our city’s stupid pre-school antics – hey, Ginny Tocci, very mature making faces during the meeting when people don’t vote the way you want them to – that I want them all out, lock, stock and barrel. Pack your things, don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Of course, the person I most want OFF THE CITY COUNCIL isn’t stupid, that person doesn’t run for an at-large position because then the whole city would have a chance to VOTE THEM OFF THE CITY COUNCIL. If you’re from here, and you’re reading this, you know who I’m talking about. Brilliant how that person just runs for ward counselor, and the idiots who live in that ward don’t care enough about the city to vote that self-important, megalomaniacal creature out.

So if all works out the way I want it to, we start with a clean slate tomorrow. I know it won’t happen, but I can dream.

I was thinking it might be Wednesday, but now I’m pretty sure it’s Tuesday. I can’t go by my watch because the date function has to be updated by hand on an almost daily basis. My God, Timex, what the hell were you thinking? I believe I’ve talked about this before, but this is the watch with the freakish calendar that doesn’t roll over from 31 to 1, but 32, 33…39, 00 (!) and then 01. So every month, even those with 31 days, I have to reset the date. And it seems to me that the date function isn’t tied to that whole midnight to midnight thing, because every morning I find myself resetting it, regardless of how hard I try to tell the watch “this is 6:30 AM, not PM” when I set it.

I think I need to contact Timex. Or else buy a different watch. But I’ve only had this one for 8 months or so, and I don’t feel like spending the money when this one SHOULD work. Whew. Thank you for letting me vent. I feel better already.

Oh, and I want to offer a public belated happy birthday to my Aunt Barbara, because I’m a dope and forgot to call or email her on the actual day. I made a big deal telling Junior that her birthday was on Halloween, and then we just never followed up. So Happy Birthday, Aunt Barbara!

I threw my Josh Groban in the CD player (again) and I’ve got alla luce del sole blasting in my ears; I’ve just decided I don’t care how young he is, I’m willing to be his romantic interest forever and ever. I mean, if he’ll just sing that song to me and only me once a day, I’ll die a happy woman.

I say all this because I had a dream the other night that he was in concert in Fitchburg and I had tickets but I forgot to go and I could actually hear him singing from my parent’s house and I was devastated because I had always wanted to see him. And then we raced to the church basement where he was performing (hey, it was a dream) and we got to sit in the front row. Ahhhhhhhh. When I woke up I was sad at first, because it was just a dream, but then I did the “Oh, hey, I have seen him in concert!” thing. Not in the front row, but pretty close.

How can his voice sound like that? My goodness, he could be singing “You are the turd that floats in the sewer of my life” and as long as it was in Italian sung in that amazing voice of his, it would be the love song for the ages. Oh ya, I am so ready to get his new CD when it comes out, this month I think.