More Unrelated Thoughts

November 20, 2009

When I was in middle school (6th or 7th grade) I decided I really liked the song "Rock Lobster" by The B52's. So one night while I was at the mall with my friends (which really didn't happen all that often. Those were different times. The only time I ever went to the mall was during a slumber party) I bought their tape. I'm pretty sure it was the first tape I ever bought. It wasn't till I got home and started listening to it that I realized I must have made a mistake. The songs didn't sound right at all!!

Turns out what I bought was UB40, not B52s. (which is Reggae, instead of the slightly wacky party band sound of the B52s.) A common mistake, surely. One anyone could have made. You would think I would have at least checked to make sure I was getting the right B52's album, but maybe the possibility that they might have more than one album didn't even occur to me. So, what the hey? I kept it and listened to it all the time over the next few years. I've often wondered if I might have turned out differently if I had spent my formative years listening to the B52's instead of UB40. Someone should test this on their children, to see what happens.


You know those commercials for stuff that "isn't sold in any store", like paper cutters, can openers, mini hamburger cookers etc? They really want to stress that getting along without their product is nearly impossible, so to do that they show people having a hard time. And you always just see the hands. You'll see some hands trying clumsily to strain some spaghetti noodles, but they end up dumping the noodles all over the place. Or you'll see the hands trying desperately to cut out a picture but "cutting a strait line with scissors is almost impossible!"

These commercials have always made me laugh and laugh until today, when I realized that they are very sad. It is probably just one lady. She has been hired to do all these commercials, and she is trying her hardest, but nothing seems to be working out for her.

I made some hamburgers the other day, but when I tried to flip them over they just flew out of the pan. So I kinda know how she feels. Poor lady. Can't do anything right, and the whole world knows it.

On my Google Calendar, tomorrow is listed as towel day. Not like National Towel Day or anything like that. It is a calendar Item that I entered all by myself. What the what?


I had a dream last night that I started taking a gymnastics and deportment class (because everyone knows the two really go hand in hand) at a local community center. In the class we did things like going from laying on our backs to sitting up, gracefully. And from sitting to standing, gracefully. And all with a very large purse on our shoulder. Advanced stuff. Once we had mastered sitting and standing we worked on moving our purse from our right shoulder to our left, with a little flick and a flourish. I just know these skills are going to come in real handy some day.

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  1. I really want that Big City Slider. Hamburgers are hard.

  2. I can't believe I missed towel day!

  3. I totally wish I had good dreams like you do! Mine are usually disturbing someone is trying to kidnap my girls nightmare! If I think hard enough tonight, maybe It will be a good one!

  4. Ha! I would love to learn how to look graceful with a ginormous purse on me.

    I loved the commercial for the can opener that starts with the mom opening up a can and then handing the sharp-edged lid to her toddler, who immediately cuts himself on it. Awesome parenting.

    The Big City Slider station sucks. I know this from experience.

  5. Thanks for making that B52's mistake. I love UB40 (sorry that I always stole your tapes) and they are one of the few bands Lance and I both liked when we got married...They might be giants...Weird Al. Yep that's it.

  6. My Richard says that he always got B52s and UB40 mixed up too, so there you go. It could indeed happen to anyone.

  7. See, the good thing about getting old is that you can read a post like this like you've never seen it before in your life. And then scroll down to see that not only have you read it before and even commented on it, but you would have left the exact same comment again today. It's like hiding your own Easter eggs or something.