++Very few things get me excited anymore so it's quite noteworthy when something does.. And the color/framing/fashion/visuals in the trailer for Brooklyn just make me swoon. Everyone was going on about it on Twitter last night.
Plus it's a Hornsby joint? Fuggedabboutit!! So there's that to be excited about and the idea I had the other day that when she's a full on senior citizen one day, maybe in AARP mag, someone will write an article titled "Grand Ole' Oprah."
++Always reading stories where the person is being criticized for behavior or lifestyle that to me is #goals. Moral compass got tweaked somewhere round 2012.
++Thinking of takin this one to Lost Wages next month.
++Eh, it's midway thru the week and all I gots to talk about is Peaches on WTF. She was way softer and mellower, generally speaking, than I was expecting. Also, quite intelligent! Here is a lesser-known punk band, Bronx troublemakers ESG, that she mentioned to in the interview.
++You say, hey SOG, all these years and you're still not tired of Pho puns? I will never ever tire of Pho puns. Even the ones that aren't even trying.(Would not have expected Maine have a Pho Sizzle for some reason.)
++J Hus: So many quotable lines. That, um, can't be quoted here.
++Do these guys also wish they were a little bit taller, wish they were ballers? I for some reason doubt that their moms sang them to sleep but I do love their stripey style game.
++I was channel surfing over the weekend and caught the trippiest kids show called Talia In the Kitchen. It's about a girl living in Miami who uses magic spices to influence people. There was a marathon. It's got the surreal feel of a Mentos/euro commercial and no laugh track (eerily quiet), everyone dresses unusually so you can't quite place the era, and the characters (including a pet skunk) all act/overact in bewildering ways, such as a villain who speaks in (frankly, kinda clever)puns. For some reason Talia wears her hat backwards all the time. And it's a telanovela I think? The point is, highly recommended.
God, I'd give everything I have to marry that silly old man. Not for the money and security—he's given me more than I'll ever need. Not because he's such cozy company, either. Most times, when he starts jawing, he bores me stiff. And certainly not because he's so wonderful behind the barn. Why, I could find a million better lays any Wednesday. No, you know what he gives me, sugar? He gives me the feeling I'm worth something to him. A whole lot of what we have, or don't have, I don't like. He's got a wife who'll never give him a divorce. She knows about me, but it's still understood that when she decides to go to the ranch for a week or a weekend, I've got to vamoose. And he snores, and he can be petty, and has sons about as old as me. But he's kind and he's good to me, and I'd never walk out on him
… And of course I gotta throw out some Midlake and Roscoe, a fave from way back in the day, that I post every couple years or so.
++Just like in Stupid Cupid by Connie Francis, sometimes what makes a song for me is the simple act of tugging or tweaking with a guitar string. Your old friend Hippie Jonny Richman is touring, though looks like only the East Coast and parts of the Midwest will be surrendering to him.