Keep it up, don’t stop, don’t lose your place.

Everything about this is awesome, but be warned that NewVillager is a performance art group, so you’re basically about to have your brain melted.

“The Lighthouse”




I suck.

Okay, so it’s been over a month. Things have been a little ridiculous. I managed to deal with another random illness and subsequently recovered from said illness, had a friend pass away and somehow managed to speak at her funeral without breaking down into hysterics, celebrated my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary, and one of my close friends is getting married next week so we’ve been doing wedding things. I also completed a freelance project that will hopefully help me pay off my credit balance, my bills, and even help me buy groceries. At the very least, it’s been a productive month.

You’re probably used to me sucking at posting, but that’s why it’s been a while. Every time I had a good song to share, I always seemed to completely lack the time and resources to share it with you. In short, I suck and I will continue to attempt to suck less.

“I Steal Pets”

Rachel Bloom


Pink elephants on parade

I’m a baby of the 80s, which means that exposure to Disney movies that happened to have blatantly racist scenes was not unheard of for my generation; This includes the Disney classic Dumbo. When “Baby of Mine” begins in Dumbo, I cry just as hard as I do when Mufasa dies in The Lion King. At times, these are physically painful experiences.

Anyway, Mark and I celebrated my new office tonight. I’m not drunk by any standard (again, I’m trying to keep tabs on my alcohol intake since my surgery), but I do get what I call “pink elephant hiccups” from time to time. Like, now. No one ever seems to know what I’m talking about. so I’m going to fix that.

There’s a scene in Dumbo where he and the mouse accidentally drink from a keg. The mouse floats around in cartoony hiccup bubbles for quite a bit until Dumbo  is apparently dosed with acid or something (it can’t possibly be alcohol) and hallucinates the following nighmare-inducing musical number:

So, whenever I get celebratory hiccups, I call them “pink elephant hiccups.”

… The more you know?

Apparently, this is how “Inception” affected me.

“The Shoop Shoop Shoop Song (It’s In His Kiss)”

Betty Everett


You’re No Good


Since I finally got around to watching Leonardo DiCaprio control dreams while trying to forget Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s as that kid on Third Rock from the Sun, you’d think I’d have “Mind Heist” all up in my head — since it makes everything more dramatic — but, curiously, no.


In other news, I’m back on antibiotics again because… basically it doesn’t matter, so the default from now on should be that I am always on antibiotics and one or more of my internal organs are always dying. I’m pretty sure I’m going to need several transplants by the time I’m 40.


ANYWAY, I did one day of bedrest this time, because that’s all I can afford. I spent it playing Professor Layton and the Unwound Future, which I received for Christmas (twice!). My people know me well.


Also, as I was typing this entry, Mark came in while I had Catception playing in the background, and he stuffed a piece of chicken in my mouth. It blew my mind!!!


Edit: I should also mention that we cut the cord on our cable TV subscription, and I feel as if an enormous burden’s been lifted off my shoulders. We’re using a Roku player (also a Christmas gift), and it’s working out well. We were paying $78 for a billion channels we never watched and 5 we did… so. I encourage this practice. Just, you know, keep your internet service… just so you can read this blog. It’s not like you’re using the internet for anything else, let’s be honest.

Today, I’ve decided to take a risk, and wear a new sweater. It was sent to me by a recovering sex addict…

“… Melissa D., who knitted it herself. she said it gave her something to do with her hands.”

Oh, Stuart.

I deserve good things, I am entitled to my share of happiness. I refuse to beat myself up. I am an attractive person. I am fun to be with.

Because what they say is true: it's easier to put on slippers than to carpet the whole world.


So, anyway — somehow my incoming traffic just jumped 196% in one day — and I thought the stats for my post yesterday were unusually high. I can’t find any logical reason for that jump, since a whopping 54% went straight to the homepage with no search terms. I have no objective idea of how interesting this blog is to other people, so your guess is probably better than mine.

That said, hello new internet strangers! I find you intriguing and beautiful and, oh wow, have you lost weight? You look fantastic! Also, did you know that people who read this blog are statistically more successful than 75% of the rest of the world*, and probably even more successful than that?

*[That figure is based solely off of global internet availability statistics and really has nothing to do with the actual content here]

More Girl Talk today, with a super-exclusive bonus secret surprise at  the end of the post.

“Triple Double”

Girl Talk


All Day



You can download the entire All Day album for free HERE. Why? Because Girl Talk loves you. And I love you. Why do I love you? Because you’re good enough, you’re smart enough, and doggone it — people like you.

“all the events that made your heart bleed and the ones that ruined your day”

“Love On The Rocks With No Ice”

The Darkness


Permission to Land


Believe it or not, this *was* actually the song in my head this morning. When I was a senior in high school, I used to drive my 15-year-old neighbor to school with me, and I’m pretty sure I tortured him with this album more than once. Sorry about that, Carey.


“i got beauty, i got class, i got style, and i got ass.”

I’m just going to say the obvious: Beyoncé Knowles has incredible pipes. And this video is fantastic.

Why Don’t You Love Me?



I Am… Sasha Fierce