Ten years ago?

While I was writing my backed up progress notes yesterday (yes on the weekend *grrr*) I was listening to the 90s station on Music Choice. (on a tangent...Music Choice on Comcast is pretty good. I've been listening to it a lot recently because my room hasn't been set up yet to access my external harddrive where my music is. So I just turn on the TV and turn up the volume. I have my tv connected to external speakers, so it sounds great.) I was transported to a 90s state of mind. A barrage of songs that I listened to during that era rushed into my head. They weren't even playing on Music Choice. I took a lot of them down to get later, but I had to see the video for Natalie Imbruglia's Torn. It was such a visual experience back then...

TEN YEARS AGO!!! It's been that long. Fuck.

It brought back memories both good and bad. But the song itself makes me happy. The video makes me happier. Oh Natalie! Why do you have to be such a cutie with your short hair, hooded sweatshirt and silly closing guitar solo dance that I love to imitate! Don't worry, I'll take care of you and put you back together with scotch tape.

The 12 most ridiculous similies in music

I really miss my Mac. I'm at my new job right now and forced to use a PC. Maybe it's because I'm so used to Mac OS that I'm whining, but the PC is so awkward. It's like riding a bike. I remember how to do everything and can do it with some thought. But it's so not intuitive.

...says the Mac snob

I came across this article in Cracked Magazine. I've always thought of Cracked as the Mad Magazine wannabe. This article is hilarious, though. Two of my faves are their description of Patrick Swayze's "She's like the wind" and Alanis Morrisette's "Ironic:"

Has anyone, in the history of mankind, ever needed a knife and ironically wound up with 10,000 spoons instead?

We're trying to imagine the circumstances, but each scenario seems more unlikely than the last:

• You work at the spoon factory, and the only way to unjam a cog in the spoon-making machine is to grease it by spreading butter over it.
• You invited the band 10,000 Maniacs to a dinner party, and the caterer, worried that they were in fact 10,000 maniacs, thought it best to limit their access to sharp items.
• You are armed for an invasion of Cereal Land, but the gates are being guarded by two juicy 72-ounce steaks.

via Cracked

No Boxspring Bird within earshot

Upon coming home from the laundromat (yes, the damn apartment washing machine is still broken), La noticed that our upstairs neighbor was all done up and leaving the apartment with a date. It was a Sunday, just like the last time she uncaged the Boxspring Bird (ee EE ee EE ee EE!). I was hopeful and expecting a late night wake up call.

I know I should be minding my own business. I'm just rationalizing that it becomes my business when the sound waves travel through the ceiling. They're my sound waves, now! Over the past few weeks a story has unfolded in my mind about her life. You can tell a lot about a person through the sound they make above you.

She gets up in the morning around 7, and for some reason her feet weigh 50 pounds heavier than at night. Right out of the shower, she must put on her high heels because for the rest of the morning I can track exactly where she is in her hardwood floor apartment. She slams open the garage door that make a distinct noises that sound like 3 deep heartbeats. Then, her car starts with an odd wheezing yelp. It's a noisy morning. On the last 3 or 4 weekends (after the moaning marathon), she has been blasting sad music in her living room. I must have heard Beck's Sea Change album on repeat on at least 4 occasions. It made me want to see if she's okay or even just give her a hug. This is what made me root for her last night.

Around 11pm last night, she came home with another set of footsteps and a deep voice. Giggling ensued. It was going to be so on! I fell asleep waiting for something to happen above me. I think I might have heard a moan, but that was probably a dream. 7am this morning, she got up, the deep voice still present. No morning nookie. I can't help to feel disappointed for her. For all I know, it could have been the story of bad intentions turning into a sweet "let's just hold each other" night.

I'm still rooting for you, girl!

Oh Stevie!

Stevie Wonder makes me dance goofy.