Burning Questions - Now rated G
1. What, to you, is the perfect pop song? (This need not be your favorite song, or even a song you particularly like.)
2. Where *does* the time go?
3. You were born blind. Describe the concept of "green."
4. You were born deaf. Describe the concept of "James Brown."
5. Happiness is the splice of life. What the hell am I talking about?
6. Has the Democratic primary turned into one big snoozefest where the media is so desperate to spice it up, they'll dig up anything even remotely related to the candidates, as long as it's negative and will stir up American voters for a full three seconds before switching over to the Food Network? Or does the fact that nobody seems to care about the primaries anymore even faze the media anymore? Am I paranoid to believe the media is conspiring with the Bush administration to make the election so boring, Americans will throw up their hands in disgust, let Bush and Cheney cancel the election, and gladly live under martial law as long as the government promises not to axe "Dancing with the Stars?"
7. Or is it past my bedtime?
1. What, to you, is the perfect pop song? (This need not be your favorite song, or even a song you particularly like.) Faith by George Michael
2. Where *does* the time go? It gets sucked up my law and order mini marathon's on tnt
3. You were born blind. Describe the concept of "green." it's the color of life
4. You were born deaf. Describe the concept of "James Brown." It's like sugar and spice, Bump bump bump
5. Happiness is the splice of life. What the hell am I talking about? What the hell are you talking about, I prefer garlic
6. Has the Democratic primary turned into one big snoozefest where the media is so desperate to spice it up, they'll dig up anything even remotely related to the candidates, as long as it's negative and will stir up American voters for a full three seconds before switching over to the Food Network? Or does the fact that nobody seems to care about the primaries anymore even faze the media anymore? Am I paranoid to believe the media is conspiring with the Bush administration to make the election so boring, Americans will throw up their hands in disgust, let Bush and Cheney cancel the election, and gladly live under martial law as long as the government promises not to axe "Dancing with the Stars?" zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
7. Or is it past my bedtime? It is now get in bed.
Posted by: eighmie | 03 May 2008 at 12:55 PM
1. Easy. "Genius of Love." Tom Tom Club.
2. Indiana.
3. Lying down in a park, the damp grass under you, hearing the breeze ripple through the leaves of nearby trees.
4. Hotcha! Feel the stuccato vibration in your feet, sweat beading over your body, the heat building, spotlights reflecting off satin clothes.
5. I'm not telling until someone guesses.
6. Yes and no.
7. Yes.
Posted by: Reverend H.L. Spork | 04 May 2008 at 05:15 PM
1. Norman Cook's remix of Cornershop's "Brimful of Asha"
2. I don't know, ask Diana Ross (oh, no, that's "where did our love go?")
3. It's the smell of grass.
4. Your description above is pretty good (I actually really like that spelling of "staccato," much like I prefer Anastasia's version of "hec(k)tic"), but I think you have to throw in the part from "The Commitments" (book, not movie) where Deco drops to his knees a la James Brown and doesn't get up for a while because it hurts so much.
5. Since it's you, I bet it's something dirty.
6. I don't deal with mainstream media so I wouldn't know. Where I read, people still care about the primaries.
7. Probably.
Off topic, I've been thinking about you recently--it was Dr. Seuss week at my stepdaughters' school not long ago and I was compelled to tell them about your glorious reading of "The Foot Book." I didn't think they were *quite* ready for the uncensored Uncle Rich version yet, but I explained the concept, they ran with it, and we ended up with "The Butt Book." Probably later on in life they'll realize that it can go further than that and your legacy will be cast. Meanwhile, George explained the whole thing to the staff at the preschool where he works. You're getting (in)famous in this part of CT. Love ya hon--L.
Posted by: Laura Martineau | 06 May 2008 at 06:34 PM