As I've said before, many times, I am a Major Weirdo. Proud to be one. I relish my weirdness. I revel in it. I LIVE to embarrass my kids with my weirdness. It's my newest hobby. How dadgum boring would the world be if it weren't for weirdos.
I signed up for Napster so I could buy music, and now I can't think of anything to buy. Suddenly, every song I've ever grooved to on the radio has been wiped clean from my memory, and I stare at the Napster Search button and cannot recall a single good song.
I finally found some songs by Michael Buble. His version of "Cry Me A River," is pretty impressive, but not as impressive as Barbra. That girl gave it some drama, some topspin. Buble is talented, but too young. He won't cry a river, just maybe a thermos-full is all I could envision. Plus, I can't help but get tickled every time I say "boob-lay." It's the inner child in me, the inner adolescent that wants to giggle every time I hear it. It sounds like some naughty toy. Plus, his voice quality is such that he sounds like Barry Manilow's love child, doesn't he?? Has Barry heard Michael Buble??
Here he is, the Buble boy... Looks like a young Johnny Cash, sounds like Barry Manilow. Hmmmm...
I was HORRIFIED BEYOND BELIEF to see that some magazine voted JOHNNY DEPP as the Sexiest Man alive. HUH?!?! Were they smoking crack?! He just looks nasty to me, like he hasn't had a bath or shaved or had a haircut in months.. Looks like he needs to be scrubbed down with a wire brush and hosed off before I would let him come near me. If I saw him walking down the street, I'd scoot out of his way. Now, I will admit he cleans up OK. He is also a great actor. He's nearly as old as I am, and yes, us old hags can still be incredibly sexy (cough cough) but Depp as THE SEXIEST man walking?! I think not.
I have had my cell phone for 5 years and I do NOT want another. Ever. I want to have a cell phone other people see and snicker at. My kids snicker every time I pull out the little antenna on it. They roll their eyes when I tell them I will NOT text. Ever. I had my first cell phone for so many years, the last person I showed it to thought it was a toy phone. It was HUGE. It had a long cord where I plugged it into the car cigarette lighter. I didn't care. I only replaced after 9/11 because Mom wanted me to have a phone I could throw in my purse AND it would still work without being plugged into the cigarette lighter. Picky picky.
I am playing Springsteen's classic song Pink Cadillac for the kids. They don't appreciate his genius. Alesia likes to laugh at me when I'm groovin.' She came in, took one look at me and said "You got a WORM in your butt, Mom?!" Laugh kid. Go ahead. One day you'll be groovin' despite your arhuritis and your kids will laugh at you and YOU WON"T CARE - if I raised you right...
"Riding in the back, oozin' down the street..." Genius. "Honey I just wonder what it feels like in the back of your PINK CADILLAC?!" They don't know what's good. Youth is wasted on the young. "My LOVE is bigger than a Honda. It's bigger than a Subaru... We can park it out in back and have a party in your Pink Cadillac." I love the way he sings PANK CADILLAC..... I grew up mostly in East Tennessee where everyone said pank.
I've had kind of a crappy day, but Bruce cheered me up.
Here's a good video version of it:
When he first started singing I was thinking Bruce was looking a little long in the tooth, a bit like Robert DeNiro. By the end of the song you know what? I am htinking HE should've been voted Sexiest Man Alive. Who do I contact about that?!!!
