It seems I forgot to update yesterday (the post dated July 9 was from the wee hours of the morning from having forgotten to update on July 8), so today will have two posts!

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And, of course, only fitting that I should pick the song from which the album name derives.

A momentary lapse of reason ( Read more... )

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Danish radio seems to have missed the existence of Harry Chapin, which is a damn shame to my way of thinking.

Danmarks Radio's P4 (regional programming) just LOOOOOOOVES Katie Melua. If I listened to P4 more often, I'd probably hear this song like once a day. Seriously.

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O Great LJ Overmind, did anyone rip the brilliant new Muppets Studio video (the Swedish Chef one with popcorn shrimp) before it got taken down for copyright violation? Poor Lars hasn't seen it yet, and I so loved it...

Sometimes, overexposure kills.

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Worst part yet, my mom convinced me to sing it at the reception my parents held for their 50th wedding anniversary in January, because it's my dad's fave. Gag me.

Given the general theme of these two songs, it's entirely appropriate that I couldn't choose just one for today's entry.

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(not my preferred version of the 2nd one, but the record company sitting on the video disabled embedding)

I am 32 flavors and then some

I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

Well, annamatic took "Friends in Low Places", so I had to dig a bit deeper. Did anyone actually expect me to love this one?

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The only thing I like better than singing this song is acting it out on the dance floor with an enthusiastic male partner.

If ever there were a litmus test I failed for having been even remotely with-it in the 90s, this is it. The grunge scene. Being "alternative". Didn't get it then, don't get it now. Although I like some individual Nirvana songs, the band just personifies my own personal teenage alienation: that I was alienated by the kids who were into all the ( Read more... )

Around 8 or 9 this morning, or whenever it was perial attempted to rouse me into consciousness.

Me: Okay, body, we can get up now. I managed to get us to sleep at like before one a.m. last night by starting around 10:30, so we're rested, right? Let's get up now.
Body: BWAAAHAHAHA! I don't think so.
Me: No, really, body, I have things I wanna get ( Read more... )