Confession Time

Okay folks.  Prepare yourselves. Gird your loins. Rope your cattle.  Er…okay, maybe not the last one, or maybe it’s the perfect analogy for the preparedness that must ensue before I drop this a-bomb on you.  Seriously people.  This is seriously serious confession time stuff. 

Seriously.

Are you ready for this?  No, you’re not, you just think you are, but it doesn’t really matter, because you’re just going to have to grin and bear it.  Here’s my confession:

I’m starting to like country music.

((((crash))))

(((crickets chirping)))

(((hides face in shame)))  I KNOW!!!!  ME!  Country music!!  ME!  Sworn enemy of all things country music.  I blame a particular person, by the way.  It’s totally his fault.  I mean, if I’m gonna be stuck in a car listening to it for an hour or so, I find that it’s easier to adopt an “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” mentality.  But I didn’t mean to actually start liking it!!!!

Wouldn’t you know it’d backfire on me?  That I’d actually start to like it?  That I’d actually prefer the country music stations here in the Big D to other stations on the air?! 

Gah!! Dear gods of music, what has HAPPENED to me?!

As if you need more tangible proof of the change that has been affected in my musical preference, here’s an example.  This one has actually become one of my favorites.  The first couple of times I heard it, it struck me as being a little awkward with the white boy rapping stuck in, but it’s totally grown on me:

Good grief, I’m a fallen woman.  I understand if you wish to disown me as a friend, but consider this your warning: if you get a ride from me somewhere, you’re listening to this in my car. 

Okay, peel your jaw up off the floor and get on with your life.  Really, this isn’t that big of a deal…

The Dream Dinner

You know that question – the one that asks, “If you could have dinner with six people, living or dead, who would it be?”  Yeah, that one.  Who would you pick?  That’s not rhetorical; I’d really like to know.  Comment below with your list if you please.  Here’s mine:

  1. Benjamin Franklin: I bet he was hilarious in life.  Plus, he’s one of the founding fathers.  I kinda have to have one of these guys on my guest list, or risk being called a bad historian – which I am on my own enough as it is.  I don’t need you telling me I am too.
  2. John Lennon: Because I love him.  No, really. I do.  I’d love to pick that brain apart and just hang with him.  Combined with Ben Franklin, I think it’d be a damn near religious experience.   Hey, they kinda look alike…
  3. Jim Carrey: Don’t be hatin’.  I love me some Jim Carrey.  I love that he can go from dead serious to wacked out crazy hilarious in two seconds flat.  Also, his recent Emma Stone video had me ROLLING!!!!
  4. Mary Wollstonecraft: Because she’s like the first feminist.  She was around during the late 18th century and I can’t imagine what she saw in her life.  I’d love to hear about her struggles with being a great female thinker in a male-dominated society. (Read more
  5. Sigmund Freud: Can you imagine the hilarity that would ensue from a Franklin, Carrey, and Freud meeting?!?  On second thought, he and Mary might exchange a few heated words – I can’t imagine her jiving with him…  Oh, what the hell.  I’d have him along too.
  6. Emma Stone: But only if she’d be cool w/ sharing a table with Jim.  I love her timing, and I’d just like to hang with a cool chick like her.  I may or may not have a little heterosexual girl crush on her… 

 

So that’s my six.  Your turn!  Comment below babies!!

The Musicality of the World

Ever try to close your eyes and think of nothing?  It’s kind of difficult, actually.  I find myself thinking of nothing – as in the word “nothing” when I try to focus on thinking of nothing.  But, once I plow through that challenge, I start noticing all of the little sounds around me, the strange musicality of the world. 

I notice that the random patterns of sound from the air conditioner blowing through the vents are not as random as I thought.  Cyclical little gusts of air puff through the metal grates.  I can hear my computer making strange noises.  I hear a narcissistic little Cardinal in the tree telling the world how wonderful he is.  There’s a dog barking and a  wind chime blowing in the breeze.  Cicadas punctuate the odd symphony because it’s hotter than Hades out there and that’s how they like it. 

And then I start assigning a beat to these things, a natural tempo to the sounds around me, and before I know it, I’ve got to open my eyes and actually think about something, because picking out the musicality around you is wonderful and maddening all at once.

Top Ten List

*Sarcasm alert.  Don’t say you weren’t warned to take the following with a grain of salt.

Top Ten List of Why Top Ten Lists are Awesome

10. I can sway you into thinking that what I’m making a list about actually matters in the grand scheme of life.  Because a “Top Ten Reasons Why I Want a Big Mac” list is imperative to your being.

9. It takes a lot of brain power to poop out a list of top ten thingys.  Just ask my office monkey assistant.

8. The resemblance of Top Ten lists to High Fidelity’s Top Five lists imbues them with far more artistic quality than they are legitimately entitled to. 

7.  Top Ten lists let me rank and judge things.  I like ranking and judging things.

6. They make me sound really smart.

5. They make you think, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

4. David Letterman did them first, and imitation is said to be the sincerest form of flattery.  Of course, Obama might disagree when he switches on Saturday Night Live

3. They are a totally worth the time you waste in reading them.

2. They allow the writer to laugh at something in the guise of fine writing.

1. They allow for the rampant use of sarcasm. – Actually, this reason is true; all the others not so much.

How do you feel about Top Ten lists?  Honestly, I really don’t mind them so much; this was just an exercise in getting those sarcastic juices flowing (as if I really need something like that).  Also, I don’t like judging things and try to avoid doing so at all costs, unless it’s music, then that’s fair. 

Have a Top Ten list?  Send it to me in the comments!