Stay young at heart, reminisce often, play at work, live the music. Gen X-er, 80s kid, secret slacker. Always have fun - giggle, snort and guffaw through life.
Animals are so lucky because they can just be themselves and automatically be awesome. Humans, however, have to work so hard to keep up appearances to look cool.
No matter how much we exercise, primp, surgerize, and ham it up, we can’t one-up the cuteness of a 50 lb. rabbit named Darius. By the way, according to his owner, Darius “is not fat. He’s just enormous.” Wouldn’t that be great if we could go around saying that about overweight people? Make ‘em feel better.
Speaking of unusual size, next up is a 100 lb. rodent aptly named Caplin Rous (a nod to the movie The Princess Bride). Caplin lives near Austin, Texas, and there’s actually a breeder that can hook you up with these guinea pig-like creatures. The official name for these real-life Zhu Zhu pets is “capybara.” But if you see one in person, you’d just call it a big-ass mouse.
The winning animal on my Cute List and also in the Funny Name category is the Blue Footed Booby.
This little guy is just rockin’ those blue shoes! So damn adorable (and fashionable).
But a close runner-up is the Okapi. Mr. Zebra called and he wants his pants back.
We can really learn alot from animals, such as relaxing, accepting our own quirkiness (and those of others) and just being ourselves.
Which animals do you think look cool, act cool, or are just funky in general?
My last post offered you a glimpse of how exceedingly well I can organize CDs, otherwise known as OCD. So for my next project, I’m tackling my downloaded music and trying to…do something with them.
Here’s the deal: I had downloaded a compilation of TV theme songs (from the 50’s through the 80’s), which were then burned onto a CD. But, since I never know when I might crave listening to “Diff’rent Strokes”, I wanted to transfer the entire Theme Song CD onto my other computers. R-okay, Raggy!
…100 files and 2 computers later, I happily pull up my music folder to hear one of my favorites: “Sanford and Son” and all I see is a listing of:
Track 1
Track 2
Track 3…and so on
Wha happen??!! Where were my song titles?! Some befuddling I.T. meltdown occurred in the transfer process and, ruh-roh! the ever-important titles didn’t take. I can’t forever refer to “Sanford and Son” (bump bump BUH dump!) as Track 74!
So, my friends, can you help a sistah out and listen to a few of these tracks and tell me (accurately, please) which TV shows they hail from? I was able to figure out all but 31 of them. The ones with no lyrics were the toughest to crack. They sound sooo familiar, but…!
And I didn’t feel like going back and forth trying to compare between the original burned CD and transferred files. Life should NOT be this hard, people!
If you can figure out any of the tunes, I’ll realllllly appreciate it if you note it in your comments. Thanks so much for sparing me the brain strain, as you know, I’m getting old. (…And this is the part where you say “No way, Marissa, you are way, totally young!”)
Once in awhile I try to do grown-up things, like cleaning out a CD cabinet and arranging its contents. But it got so complicated and took me 3 days. Despite my love for music, I only have about 150 CDs because it’s all downloaded now. So really the task should’ve taken only a few hours.
EXCEPT – that I got bogged down trying to make sense of the alphabetizing system. For example, Stevie Wonder and Steve Winwood clearly would be near each other, whether I organized them by first or last name. But what about The Steve Miller Band? He’s definitely under “S”; not under “B”, but could he possibly be under “M”? Which now makes me wonder why is it that at Target or Best Buy, sometimes CDs are under the performer’s last name and sometimes not?
Or how about Spyro Gyra? I know it’s under “S” because it’s a band. BUT – what if a person was named Spyro Gyra? Then not only would I snicker, but would I file it under “G”?
So I decided to stick with whatever the first letter of the person/band/group name is. And then I didn’t know what to do with “The”. Such as one of my favorites – “The Ray Conniff Singers” (don’t judge me).
Well, then it got worse. My “extremely mild” OCD took over and it just didn’t feel right that certain artists were standing next to each other on my shelves. For example: Avril Lavigne and Bach? Followed by Baha “who let the dogs out” Men, and Barry Manilow (of whom I’m a Fanilow).
It’s like a poorly planned cocktail party in my cupboard. What could these folks, standing among each other, possibly have to say to one another? Or this set-up:
A pair of Eminems sandwiched by Ella Fitzgerald and Englebert Humperdinck. I think Em would get a really long lecture about his language.
This last one, on both sides of Louis Armstrong, I’m pretty sure the country boys and Luda would all feel totally honored to be in such close proximity to the legend. And Louis would be all cool with it and not be like, “Man, what are they doing here at this party?”
After I stopped agonizing over the genres being all mixed up, I realized that music brings people of all backgrounds together and my CD cabinet is now in full harmony with the musical universe.
WAIT! – there was one unbelievably out of place guest on my shelf:
Coffee first thing in the morning is God’s gift to those facing another day in Cubicle Land. Except when there’s a fly in that cup trying to pass for a Starbucks bean. I almost choked on my own coffee when my sister Sherilyn sent me this photo.
She was 50 miles away sip, sip, sipping her own morning cup of resurrection java. In her own words, “Holy Bejeebus, wazzat?!” (Tellingly, notice the lipstick mark.)
Then Sherilyn texted me further and attached photo #2: “Needless to say, my cup and I were NOT happy!”
So, have you ever deliberately eaten a bug? Like on a dare, just for fun, or you just had the munchies?
Here are a couple of links to bug posts from other bloggers. If you’ve ever posted a bug story, link to it in your comment. Thanks! And happy snacking.
No matter how much we exercise, primp, surgerize, and ham it up, we can’t one-up the cuteness of a 50 lb. rabbit named Darius. By the way, according to his owner, Darius “is not fat. He’s just enormous.” Wouldn’t that be great if we could go around saying that about overweight people? Make ‘em feel better.
