Magic Jewball

It’s hard to come up with a good topic while you are puttering around your apartment, on drugs, eating mashed potatoes and watching TV. So let’s rewind, shall we? Before I paid $1000 to be tortured, before people wished I were remains under their bed, back when I was still chewing solid foods, in the golden days when you could still carry your iPod on a British Airways flight. What was before all that? Oh yes, oppressive, horrific heat. I know the question that’s in your mind. Exactly how hot was it?

Yes, that’s pretty hot, isn’t it? Soxy sent me that one from when she was visiting. But let’s get to the important question. How hot was it in my apartment?

About 3 seconds after this photo was taken, I used the pictured remote to turn on the AC pretty much as high as it would go. Sure, I know we were supposed to conserve electricity. But instead, I followed the example of my office building where the lights were all dimmed and the temperature was left at about 50, thus making me huddle in a sweater straining to see anything.

Being that this is another filler post, allow me to share some blognews with you. It’s Sunday so there’s a new iPod song of the week (upper right box, I know you see it). And in Napster links news, Napster is clearly losing money and has therefore restricted you to listening to their links three times (it was previously five). You can still listen to my on-page player as often as you like, although I remove them once the post moves onto page two. Which at the rate I’m writing lately ought to give you plenty of time

Also, in further efforts to convince you that this blog is all about you, there’s a new box in the right sidebar (thanks, Ghyslain!) to inform you what all the recent comments are. Remember, comment and you can get into my box. Wait, that didn’t come out right. Well, you get me. So to speak.

The Style Council – Long Hot Summer

Do you feel my pain? I hope not, because I am in some serious pain. And that’s on Vicodin. I might as well just admit that I’m just writing this post to occupy myself for the next 45 minutes until I can take my next Vike. Ow ow ow ow.

Yes, I had a couple (that’s 50% if you are the math type and really, even if you’re not) of my wisdom teeth out this afternoon.

I think the thing I wanted to share most was from the instructions they gave me post-op. They said “keep fingers and tongue away from area.” Oooooh kayyyy. First off, I am not the kind of person that a. sticks my fingers all the way to the back of my jaw or b. likes to touch bleeding gums on a regular basis. But second, uh, my tongue is kind of stuck there. What exactly am I supposed to do about that? They should have just glued it to the other side of my mouth if they were so worried about it.

Also, I must admit I am kind of disappointed in this Vicodin stuff. It just kills pain! It doesn’t make me loopy or out of it at all. I really need to be out of it since there are two open wounds in my mouth and it’s impossible not to be reminded of it EVERY SINGLE SECOND. And I can’t take it with alcohol which means that option for making myself out of it is not available. I’m not allowed to smoke anything either, before you suggest that.

And if that all wasn’t bad enough, while I was out cold recovering from being tortured, they stuck a Snoopy/Joe Cool band-aid on the spot where the IV had gone in. Come on now. That’s just insulting.

Depeche Mode – A Pain That I’m Used To

I’m sorry I’ve neglected to write recently but I’ve been extra-busy and I was also wasting spending my time writing a guest post on another blog. Hey, wasn’t someone supposed to remind you about that? I forget who. Anyway, I’m sure you’ve all enjoyed re-reading the same posts over and over and gazing at KP. But, if you were observant, you’d have noticed that there is a new page up featuring a soon-to-be-regular feature called “iPod song of the week,” wherein I remind you of some song in the distant past or horrible present that you should have on your iPod. It’ll change weekly. That’s where the “of the week” part comes in.

Yes, yes, I tried it in a post and no one seemed interested. Now you can be uninterested somewhere else! It’s over in that top-right box underneath that oh-so-subtle reminder to donate to charity. Charity, streaming songs, charity, streaming songs…I don’t know. I’ll leave that choice up to you. As with the eternal “chicken or beef” question, I like to go with both.

Anyway, should you not be a Mets fan, feel free to check out my guest post on This Is What We Do Now. If it’s moved off the top, try here. And if you’re a Mets fan and I love you, I was kidding. Or I didn’t write it. Or…oh my God, is that Mike Piazza over there? < sound of running blogger>

Yes, indeedy. Here’s the song I would have put up had that post been on this blog. Which it isn’t. Because I didn’t write it.

Tom Petty - Even the Losers (Get Lucky Sometimes)

Yes, you’ve seen her fractured sense of humor in my comments, her staunch defense of the Yankees, her belief that she is married to Jason Giambi, Andy Phillips, or both, but have you seen that she visits my site 85 times a day? No, of course not, only I can see that. Either way, the ROTM for August is KP! KP used to post as Anonymous but then sign her posts KP. That’s just the kind of humor I can get behind. But if it isn’t clear enough that KP loves J-Ball, witness the fact that when a new post isn’t available, she uses this handy substitute.

More gushy things about KP. All this J-Ball reading goes on while she is busy studying how to heal people by touching them a lot. At least that’s how I understand it. It’s a popular field, I think. And watching Family Guy, that’s important for her work. Also, you know how birds and forest creatures flocked to Disney’s Cinderella? Well, if you’d like to know what kind of person KP is, be aware that butterflies naturally flock to her crotch. She just has that kind of magic.

KP also sent in a picture which reminded me of the Seinfeld episode where everyone starts calling Elaine, “Nip.” But this is a family blog! Speaking of which, KP has a lovely family, despite the fact that she is mid-way between Boston and NY and so has a son who supports that Other Team. Here’s a picture of her and the son who has the correct loyalties. Like any good mother, KP wanted to protect his identity from insane Red Sox fans, and so I obliged.

And did I mention that Mr. KP has fit right into the group of my friends’ helpful husbands? Yes, he helped me reset my circuit breaker over the phone. I love that in someone else’s husband. Here’s the happy, electrified couple.

But as much as I could say about KP, this is the song that most reminds me of her, and not just because she’s a Pretenders fan. No, this sort of Chrissy Hynde, ballsy chick, that’s the KP I know. And now, so do you. Thanks, KP! Keep on touching people!

The Pretenders – Brass in Pocket

I’m not sure how to phrase this without sounding like a 12 year old schoolgirl, but I guess I already destroyed that with the header, huh?

Anyway, this Wednesday I’m going to have a guest post on my favorite “blog by someone who I don’t actually know,” This Is What We Do Now. Even though he has 486 blogs on his Blogroll, I got selected to be among the 10 or so guest bloggers. And even in that elite group, I got mentioned in today’s post. Double squee! Go look. Look now. Seriously. Did it move off the top? Try here.

Anyway, as I said, my day is Wednesday and have no fear, I’ll be sure to remind you. Several times.

PS, squee!

Speaking of 12 year old schoolgirls, I’ve been enjoying watching the rebroadcast of MTV’s first day in 1981 (yes, yes, do the math, it’s another “every 5 years anniversary” - do these people like patting themselves on the back or what?). What strikes me most is how many Pat Benatar and REO Speedwagon videos there were in existence then. How…prescient.

But anyway, I found when this video came on, I instantly lay down on my stomach on my bed so I could be three inches from the TV just like I did back in the day. No wonder I’m blind.

Split Enz - One Step Ahead

(Napster only gives 30 seconds, sorry.)