I took a bubble bath tonight. I cleaned the tub (the cats like to roll around in it when the sun hits it in the morning – hi, I don’t feel like bathing and coming out more hairy than when I went in), filled it and dumped in some Aveeno Oatmeal Bath Powder, poured myself a glass of Barefoot (Sauvignon Blanc, this time), lit my new lilac scented candle from the Yankee Candle Company (have I mentioned that lilacs are my very most favorite scent and flower?) and set my laptop up on the bathroom counter. I opened up iTunes and set it to “shuffle” my whole music library (which now contains ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT more songs, thanks to Taoist Biker). As I stepped in, Creedence Clearwater Revival was playing “Hey, Tonight”. This is what followed:
“Hurting Kind” by Robert Plant
“Decadence” by Disturbed
“Left to My Own Devices” by The Pet Shop Boys
“Take On Me” by Aha
“Momma Cried” by Alison Krauss
“Why Can’t This Be Love?” by Van Halen
“All These Things That I’ve Done” by The Killers
“All My Love” by Lez Zeppelin
How’s THAT for random? It made for an entertaining soak, at any rate.
Calvin has gone for a ride on the motorcycle (look at him, entertaining himself for no money!), and I’m listening to music and writing this. It strikes me that I’m inclined to use a lot of lines from “I’m a Loser, Baby” by Beck, for taglines and entry titles (except this one). I’ve used, “Soy un perdedor” as a tagline, I’ve used, “You can’t write if you can’t relate” as an entry title, and I’ve used, “Shave your face with some mace in the dark” as another entry title. Just now I noted down that I want to use, “In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey” as another tagline (I keep a file for such thoughts).
So, you guys tell me. WHAT, exactly, is my fixation with this song?
And don’t you hate it when embedding is disabled?
Aaannnd, Google Video and CMT are not allowing me to embed, or WordPress isn’t, whichever, and I couldn’t find it on YouTube, so here is a link to the song from which I got this entry’s title (and lookit me go, two (big) glasses of wine and still grammatically correct!).
Calvin’s back! Later, taters!