Author: The Jody

Anthony Wiggle Field is marrying a Greek woman named Michaela. I declare today a day of mourning. Or at least of afternooning.

Mmmmmm. Tostitos Party Bowl.

Oh, and can I just say that I was looking out the window a few minutes ago and I realized I’m actually going to have to mow the lawn this week? Yeesh, I guess there is no rest for the wicked. Or me. (bwa ha ha ha).

I’m thinking of popping in an MST3K movie…which one will it be?

Junior was watching the Powerpuff Girls this morning and after the episode there was a music video – Devo doing “Go Monkey Go”. I know Mark Mothersbaugh is like the king of movie and cartoon scores (see: Rugrats and Rocket Power, to name two) but does Devo still exist as a group?

Hey, here’s a whole article about music in cartoon. Way excellent stuff. Actually most everything they’ve mention (specifically the work in Spongebob and The Fairly Oddparents) is GREAT stuff.

Aren’t you guys playing the Blogshares game? You know it’s just a game, right? You don’t use real money at all. The game is being reset on May 1st, and I certainly hope I can get more than 3 people interested in buying my stock by then! Sheesh.

Oh, and it’s another sweatshirt day. Hoo boy, what fun weather we’ve had this spring. High only in the 40s? Ya baby. Maybe I could start a fire (in the fireplace, silly) and burn up some of the leftover wood I’ve got from the winter. I started off fine in the fire building department and then after a while we just stopped having them. Today really feels like that kind of day. The only thing killing the somber mood is the florescent pink towel I accidently left hanging out on the deck yesterday. A spot of summer on a very grey day.

So I’m reading this article about Victoria “Posh Spice” Beckham denying rumors that she has or has had an eating disorder and while I personally think she looks like a Q-Tip, I have to take exception to the following quote in the article.

“I mean, I was never anorexic, I was never bulimic, but I was probably very close to it.”

Um, Victoria, I don’t know how to break it to you, but this is like being a little pregnant. You are or you aren’t. You either throw up after you eat or you don’t. And if you want to throw up after you eat, but somehow stop yourself, you still have a problem. Got it? Good. Now go eat a meal, would you? I might actually have to watch the interview on 20/20 tonight.

(Oh, and a funny thing – when reading this article the ad at the top of the screen was for the movie “Bend it Like Beckham”. Heh.)