PORT Authority

So, here's a PORT (point of random today):

I totally wish that the fancy screen in my car that shows me the sat-nav, audio, et al a.k.a. "stuff" also had a button for "karaoke."

I'm always driving around singing along to the radio, and every once in a while there comes a point where I don't know the lyrics. Be it that it's a new song and I'm still learning it or the lead singer has slipped into teenage mumble mode. Sure, I could use the gadget to add lyrics to my iPod, but that doesn't really help me when I'm driving...the screen's too small when I'm trying to keep one eye on the road as well. I use that sing-along feature on road trips when the driver pleads with me to keep them awake. That'll teach 'em.

If you want to delve into the world of misheard lyrics, by now you should know about this site. Some are really funny...some notsomuch. I offer it to those who work at offices where they've blocked social networking sites. Or people with a lot of time on their hands. Or the curious. Surely all of you have a funny story you'd like to share now, so feel free!

New and Improved?

I'm thinking I need to clean-up my blog a bit. Since I've been gone for so long, I just now realized that Blogger has made some updates which have messed with the managed chaos that is my blog world and some of the links aren't working now. Don't they know I'm no techy genius??? So, having said that, consider it roughly as an invitation to return and see if I've made any changes or if I'm just nagging myself again to no avail.

I'm sure the bookies are making money on that as I type.

I just tried to add a poll, but it didn't work so I guess I'll just have to ask you here instead:

Question: Are you even interested in the movies I watch and the books I read since I offer no reviews (unless asked)?

Answer 1: Leave the list, sometimes I'm looking for a distraction.
Answer 2: Take it off! I can't afford movies and I've been banned from public libraries.

Kindly let me know how you feel as this will aid in the clean-up. Danke schoen! (That is the extent of my German but NOT my extent of "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" knowledge. Just so we're clear.)

That's all I've got today, people. Come back soon!

True Eccentric

I read an article today and came across this description:

Amy was short and thin, with graying red hair and sharp dark eyes. She was a rural mail carrier for 23 years and a true eccentric. She listened to a police scanner in the kitchen, fed raccoons on her porch, spoke nearly every word she ever thought, cussed a good deal of them and laughed until she started hacking.

She lived alone — her husband died eight years ago — with a poodle named Jake and so many cats my nose was grateful when she lit up a smoke.

She pulled out two photos for me. The first showed her filling a giant beige bra before she had a double mastectomy a few years back.

I wanna be a true eccentric when I grow up. I'm going to invest in a police scanner. I guess I'll have to get a poodle at some point and live out in the boonies so that I can feed raccoons on my porch.

I wanna be a true eccentric when I grow up....but I'm not a redhead. ;o) Love you, 'Risa!

I Stalked a Blog Today

This wouldn't be news since I was pretty religious at blog-stalking, but as of late, I've been distracted by other shiny things that I haven't been seeking the entertainment of my effervescent fellow bloggers. Never fear, like a fat kid to chocolate cake and French fries (not together, 'cause that would be kinda yucky...or a foodfest experiment waiting to happen), I found my way back to those blogs I've found comfort in over the years.

Most recently, I had a root around in the "Older Posts" section of "Lady Steele, modern superhero and pink warrior!" It had been so long since I had ventured her way that the tagline had been updated to add the PINK WARRIOR bit. Warrior INDEED!! You go, MrsG! I especially agreed with her post titled "I'm a MEXICAN?!" so much so that I'm adding the comment that I shared with her here for your entertainment as well:

As a proud, and possibly the only one you'll ever meet, Poli-pino (that's Polish-Filipino, if you MUST ask), I am STILL seeking my demographically correct little box. My son finds it even MORE difficult finding the Poli-pinasian (Poli-pino + Caucasian) box on forms he has to complete. Don't you worry, friend, I married a "foreigner" to blur the lines further...only to be told that my efforts were in vain since my husband is "only" British. Dammit. Foiled again.

I guess you'll just have to read it for yourself to get the full effect.

Another friend of mine, got me thinking about the truly important things in life and got my own blogging juices flowing. That post will be shared soon. I won't link to that specific blog/post because when I asked in the past for permission to share, she didn't feel comfortable enough to grant it since she felt her blog too personal (more for family/close friends to peruse) and I TOTALLY respect that. And I love her for it. She has some other neat tips that I'll share with you...kind of like re-tweeting, but sometimes it'll be for my own personal use and the fact that
my memory is holier than Swiss cheese (holier in the literal sense, as in "full of holes" rather than
the spiritual sense of "marked by an air of superior piety or morality").

Along the same lines, another blogging buddy is subtly reminding me to appreciate the ones I love for the little things by sharing this tidbit of romance. Now I'm not saying that the hubster doesn't reveal his lovingness to me ever. In fact, those of you who are friends of mine on Facebook, know that just last month he ordered the third book in a series for me from the UK because he knew it wouldn't hit US shelves before I finished the second. I was stoked! And have since finished the series. As much crap as he gives me when I return home from Costco with another one or two (or five...it's happened ONCE, but I can't promise that it won't happen again) books in hand, this was a big leap in feeding my biblioholism. (That MUST be a word. There's a book on it. Swear.) He's an enabler, folks. He really is.

Okay, so. I guess this means I'm officially "back." I was so far out there I didn't know I was gone until I dusted off the blog and looked at the last entry date. Yikes. I've always got tons of randomness swirling around like a whirling dervish in my head so I'm thinking I need to share more of it here, rather than other places. Remind me why my husband doesn't want me to Facebook anymore, 'k?

An Open Letter to Myself

Dear Self,

I know you get distracted by pretty things, things that shine, things that glitter, things that are red, things that smell nice, things that make you wanna sleep...I see this list is getting long, so we've pretty much established...you get distracted.

Well, um, it's been three months since your last blog post. That's like a fiscal quarter. That's 1/4 of a year. That's ridiculous.

I know your life is not that exciting. I know you share all most of your random thoughts to your friends on Facebook. But this blog was supposed to serve as a "journal" of sorts, too. And a place to share photos because we all know if you post them on FB then FB owns them. You need to get back on track. Seriously.

Okay, enough nagging. Promise me you'll start blogging again. Soon?

Your fellow slacker,
Self