If a dvd boxset of Mama’s Family is released, would anyone buy it? Apparently.
Yesterday, in the city, I was walking up 18th street and I heard loud music pouring out of a car. The windows were down and sitting in the driver’s seat was a middle-aged man. He was bald and wore wire-rimmed glasses. He was also GROOVING to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. I couldn’t help but laugh. I probably look like that as I drive home from the train station. At least I have better taste in music.
I am ready to leave the house for another day of work. Last night, on the train home, I had such great evening plans. I decided I would make myself dinner, take Bo for a walk, clean up my room, finally pay the bills I’ve been putting off, watch a little television and finally before going to bed, I would do a few work-related things to make the next day easier. I got home and rather than making myself a nice dinner, I scavenged through the fridge and placed a couple items into my mouth. Bo was looking needy and so I took him for a nice walk. The thing is, that’s when everything really broke down. I went to my bedroom and reasoned that if I could just rest for a few minutes I could get back to my plan at a better state of mind. What baloney! I immediately lost all momentum and stayed in bed for the rest of the evening. I kept looking around, trying to motivate myself to get up and at least put some of the clothes away. Right after I removed my make up and washed my face, ready to go to sleep, I forced myself to put away the clothes that were littering the trunk at the foot of my bed. I am not proud, this was no accomplishment. This was a far cry from what I had planned. I find I do this at work too. I think maybe the real problem is I set unrealistic goals for myself. Perhaps I need to just aim lower? Had I instead planned to eat food, walk dog, put away clothes, I would have come out on top.
Lesson learned: Don’t aim too high.
In the car coming home from Walmart, I had an idea for a new car accessory. Right near the radio, there should be a device that has 3 buttons. Hitting the first button would play the Judas Priest song, Breakin’ the Law. This comes in handy when you knowingly go through a stale yellow light. I typically sing the song out loud, except I think it would be cool to press a button and have it play. BREAKIN’ THE LAW, BREAKIN’ THE LAW!!! The next button would play, “Take this job and shove it! I ain’t workin’ here no more!” You might hit this button as you pull out of your parking space to head home from work or when someone you love asks, “How was your day?” The final button would play Steve Martin’s song, “King Tut.” No reason other than it’s funny and always makes me smile.
So do I have a marketable product?
Every week, a huge pile of weekly sales circulars arrive in my mailbox. I take the pile and throw it into a basket next to my front door. Every other month or so, I take all the circulars, put them into a brown paper bag and throw them out. This has been going on since I moved into the Donnavilla. Just now, I thought to myself, I wonder if there is a way to opt out of this craziness? I examined the front page that bands all the circulars together and in very small print I saw a company name, ADVO. I visited their Web site and sure enough, they have an opt out option! I entered my information and a window opened and said I would stop receiving the ads within 6-10 weeks! I am so happy! I don’t know if this company controls all the circulars that flow through this world but just in case they do, here is the URL to opt out. Do it not for Al Gore but to keep your house a little less cluttered.
Grabbed the 5:14 train home. On the road, I picked up a hoagie and a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips. There is something wonderful about a hoagie when it’s warm outside. I walked in the door and immediately opened my laptop and tuned back into the Rockabilly Roadshow which is one of my favorite shows on XM Radio. Bruce Berenson played some great songs. Go! Go! Go! by Roy Orbison and another song of his that I didn’t recognize but the one lyric stated how Roy wanted to cut off his girl’s hair so he could always run his fingers through it. I’ve been seaching for it on Rhapsody but haven’t had any luck. Bruce also played one of my favorites, Wanda Jackson’s Fujiyama Mama. Skulking around the XM Radio site, I discovered that Dave Alvin from The Blasters has a radio show called 9 Volt that runs the third Monday of the month on channel XM12 at 11am. I have no clue what today is so the odds of me ever catching ole’ Dave are about as good as me catching a fish at work.
Lyrics to Fujiyama Mama
I’ve been to Nagasaki, Hiroshima too!
The things I did to them baby, I can do to you!
‘Cause I’m a Fujiyama Mama and I’m just about to blow my top!
Fujiyama-yama, Fujiyama!
And when I start you up, there aint nobody gonna make me stop!
I drank a quart of sake, smoked on a pipe!
I chased it with tobbacy and then shoot out the lights!
‘Cause I’m a Fujiyama Mama and I’m just about to blow my top!
Fujiyama-yama, Fujiyama!
And when I start you up, there ain’t nobody gonna make me stop!
Well you can talk about me, say that I’m mean!
I’ll blow your head off baby with nitroglycerine!
‘Cause I’m a Fujiyama Mama and I’m just about to blow my top!
Fujiyama-yama, Fujiyama!
And when I start you up, there ain’t nobody gonna make me stop!
Well you can say I’m crazy, so deaf and dumb!
But I can cause destruction just like the atom bomb!
‘Cause I’m a Fujiyama Mama and I’m just about to blow my top!
Fujiyama-yama, Fujiyama!
And when I start you up, there aint nobody gonna make me stop!
I just now got home. It’s quarter of ten. I stayed late to attend a user group meeting. It was worth it, I guess. At this point I’ll do pretty much anything if it (even ever so slightly) translates into sales. Gosh, I’m tired. It doesn’t seem right crawling into bed only minutes after getting home.
I just downloaded the latest Rhapsody update. I am happy to report the mixer is back! Now I don’t have to click to the Now Playing screen to start or skip tracks! Me so happy! I hope that in the next release, you will be able to search within an artist. So often I am stuck clicking through album after album trying to find a certain song. Of course, I could just search for that song but more often than not, it’s a common title or thousands of singers have covered it and I am still stuck combing through tons of results.
The other thing I did this evening is update my WordPress version to 2.2. I had been ignoring the updates since I just assumed if I even attempted it the whole thing would fall apart. I ultimately decided to do the update because I wanted to have the podcast option and that is rolled into the 2.2 so in order to get it, I had to do the update. Oddly enough, it was easy and so far I haven’t seen any errors. The best thing was I didn’t even have to reinstall my theme or any plugins. Everything just transferred!
Rob and I were putzing around Saturday and decided to come up with a theme song for Donnaville. We made two versions, the first with Lou Reed and the other with just the two of us.
You can sing along if you’d like. Here are the lyrics:
We’re gonna have a real good time together
We’re gonna laugh and dance and shout together
Donna Na Na Na Hey Hey Hey
Early in the morning
Hey baby
Donna Na Na Na
I am HOME! HOME! HOME! Yeah, I’ve been clicking my ruby red shoes all week long. Finally the weekend is upon me! What can I do? I feel like dancing and singing and eating and laughing and not looking at a computer or picking up a phone.
Did anyone else watch the first annual Spike TV Guys Choice Awards? Yeah, I know what you are thinking, “Donna what are you doing watching the first annual Spike TV Guys Choice Awards?” Look, I had been watching the great noir classic, The Big Combo. It ended and the next movie up was Suddenly, Last Summer. At this point, Rob walks in and he says, “What are we watching?”
“This fantabulous movie starring Katherine Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor and Monty Clift! Katherine Hepburn is trying to force Elizabeth Taylor to get a lobotomy! You see Liz spent the summer with her gay cousin who somehow got cannibalized by a bunch of island boys and….”
“Turn the channel, I can’t take any more of these weird gay movies that you love so much! I can’t do it, not today.”
There was no use in fighting, I could tell by his face he was very serious. And so I did what any good girlfriend would do- I let him hold the remote control. He clicked a couple times and settled rather quickly on Ultimate Fighting where muscly men without shirts wriggle on top of each other. We watched Randy Couture fight Tim Sylvia. At the end, Randy Couture got outfitted with a big sparkly gold belt. Ultimate Fighting ended and that’s when the first annual Spike TV Guys Choice Awards began. I rather enjoyed it. The best part (next to Lee Majors and his brass balls) was when PEE-WEE HERMAN appeared to present the Funniest M.F. award. The voice over said it’s his first appearance in 15 years! Now let me warn you, I AM A HUGE PEE WEE FAN! Even back when he was arrested for spanking his monkey, my love for him did not diminish. I used to tell people, “I’m pullin’ for Pee-wee!” At any rate, with that said, I wish Mr Reubens had not decided to bring Pee-wee back. Paul is 55 years old. Yes, his face is virtually unlined; however, his chest, neck and belly have grown larger. The suit fit him differently. Something felt wrong, very wrong. Pee-wee aged and it bothered me. I want Pee-wee to stay the same. I want him to forever stay that silly, skinny, weirdo riding his pimped out bicycle and showing kids things to do with their mom’s underwear.