MikeP, Blurred lines is exactly what it’s supposed to be. A catchy beat with some easily mumbled lyrics and a chorus that gathers everyone back onto the same beat. The video? It reminds me of the old Robert Palmer videos with the models playing the instruments. Just another step farther. Those women appear to me to be pretty in charge of the situation.
Lorde is still selling sex though. I like the song, and her others, but if it’s not bubble gum chewing half naked people with a catchy beat, is it actually still pop? What defines teh genre now?
On the headwounds side, missing a patch of my left eyebrow due to a lucky punch, and another half dozen scars above the neck, you’d think at some point I would have gotten used to the blood, but it was always concerning because I could never see the damn thing.
In this scenario, I’d only assume they’d charge you the time you sit in the waiting room, in which case, they’d make up for the lost profit, er…funds they would have otherwise accumulated.
We seriously considered it, after being turned away for the fourth time… But Jacob wouldn’t let me. Nor would he let me take the sutures out. I sew myself up all the time, though. There is nothing I can’t fix with lidocaine, Vicryl, surgical glue, butterfly strips, or some combination of the above. They are like medical duct tape.
Monday night, I read Green Eggs and Ham to her at bedtime. I loves me some Seuss (except for Fox in Socks. Fsck that book). When we were done, I gave it to her and asked her to put it away.
But instead, she started carrying it over to her toy kitchen. I tried to correct her. “No, sweetie, books go in the bookcase.”
She said “no, this one goes over here.” I asked “why”?
Her: “It has food on the front so it’s a cookbook, and cookbooks go in the kitchen.”
How the hell do I argue with that kind of reasoning?
Her brother never said stuff like this at her age.
He’s five and was pretty upset about it, so it wasn’t worth pushing the issue. And the stitches were by his eye. Which doesn’t bother me, but I can imagine that it would be scary to have pokey scissors coming toward your eye. Not worth the argument. Just thought I was going to get some professional courtesy and not get charged since it was a “Bring Jacob along and we’ll get those out while you’re here” kind of appointment. Oh well, I’ll just add it into the long list of medical bills we’re still paying on…
I work a 12.5 hour shift. The benefit of that is I work 3 or 4 days a week and have 3 or 4 off. The way the holidays and my schedule worked out is that I’ve had 6 days off after the 23rd, went back to work for a half day today (it was slow), and now I have another 5 off until I go back on the 5th. I’m happy since I enjoy spending time with my kids this time of year.
Ok, don’t we have people in Australia? I want to read a post from the future!
In other news, Drink o’clock is 2 hours away. We won’t be ramping up to drunk o’clock until after I replace the window motor in the beetle. Hopefully around 3 hours from now. I haven’t been drunk on New Year’s Eve in several years, and have only been drunk once in the last two or three years. I’m breaking the 4 drink threshold tonight folks.
And at some point I’m going to try to get people to play Avalon.
