When my youngest brother was a wee ‘un, this was one of his favorite songs. Whenever the video would come on, he’d dance and sing along with it.
He also used to ask, “Why won’t that man turn around?” about this poster on my wall.
Category: Music
Musical Cubicles
My Window
I was hoping that, when one of my coworkers retired, I would be able to upgrade to her cubicle. It’s in the back of the room, by the window, so it’s nice and quiet. Unfortunately, someone with more seniority than I requested it, so it went to her. That meant that her cube was up for grabs, though.
At first, I was tempted to stay put, because the move would put me closer to the serials department, and they are a rowdy bunch. However, I decided that the pros outweighed the cons, so this afternoon, we played musical cubicles. (This is not a fun game, by the way, as it involves the moving of approximately a brazillion books.)
After getting somewhat settled, I decided that the view from my new cubicle is actually better than that from the coveted cubicle, so I’m glad things worked out this way. Now, if the sun ever comes out again, I’ll be able to see it!
They say a rose is a flower and that it is red
A coworker is retiring at the end of the year. Someone sent her a bouquet of gorgeous red roses yesterday, I assume because she’ll be leaving soon. It’s sort of bittersweet. She’s worked here her entire life, and I don’t think she’d planned on leaving quite yet, but she’s developed some mobility issues that make her job very difficult.
Anyway, the flowers are pretty. I think I probably caught them at peak color, but roses are fragile, and they’re starting to decay already. The whole thing makes me think of the Rasputina song Rose K.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts and then it is dead.
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?
The Bumpasses are totally rocking out to the Bee Gees. At 11:30pm. I’m more amused than disturbed by it, though, because I almost never hear a peep from them.
What makes me cranky is the Claritin commercial with the stone carver who is not wearing a freaking mask, much less a respirator. Because if you have allergies, the last thing on earth you need is to breathe a bunch of stone dust. The stupid, it doth offend!
The Remembrancer: Button Up
The Remembrancer: Button Up
collage (leaf, buttons, and child’s dress pattern) with Neocolors II water-soluble crayons and gesso
4 3/4 x 8 1/4 inches
Which makes me think of this:
Show me the ways to button up buttons
That have forgotten they’re buttons
Well we can’t have that
Forgetting that
Girls
Baby Nick
Oh how very angsty! Oh how very 80s! Mr. Cave is almost unrecognizable. It’s hard to believe he was ever such a round-cheeked young puppy.
The Marie Hoy remake of this song is a classic. If you can get your hands on a copy of the Dogs in Space soundtrack, it’s got some other gems on it, as well.
Maybe Sparrow
I’ve mentioned (a time or twelve) that I love Neko Case. This video made me cry.
And a lovely little lullaby from Mr. Cave, because I can. Resistance is futile!
Bad Touch Bob
I woke up this morning to someone out in the parking lot singing–at the top of his lungs–the chorus from Bob Seger’s Fire Down Below. Oh my. I really, really, really do not like Bob Seger. He grosses me out in a greasy, foul, lecherous old guy way. Bad touch!
Anyway, that wasn’t such a good way to wake up. I am hopeful that a little Harry Potter therapy will bleach the memory from my brain.
In other news, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of much vacuuming, stomping, and hammering. I can’t imagine why anyone would suddenly get the urge to start hammering at midnight on a Thursday. The mind, it doth wobble.
That is all. As you were, comrades.
Cloud Cult: Pretty Voice
My new favorite song.
I’ve been listening to it over and over and over again this morning. The album can be downloaded from their website, for the thoroughly reasonable sum of $10.
Pain in My Ass (continued)
Why does the PO have public, published (on their own website!) phone numbers if they have no intention of ever answering the damned phone? So I guess I’ll have to go stand in the hour-long line again this afternoon, to see if there is any chance of getting my stupid bill back, because lord knows, I couldn’t actually call them. But if I do that, I’m guaranteed to go home and find it sitting in my mailbox.
On the bright side, Pandora is giving me some extra good music to listen to this ayem. Although I cannot comprehend why it thought I’d like to P.I.L. None for me, thanks, but I would like an extra helping of The Birthday Party. Also, Neko Case.
red paper boat 