New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Thursday, February 26, 2004

Some of this is recycled info from my correspondance with my "Little Fountains of Wayne Friend." Some of it but not all of it. I am very tired this morning and if I could see the floor of my office (it's covered in files)...I would crawl under my desk and go to sleep.

First of all a bit of sage advice from my Little Fountains of Wayne friend regarding my admitted Fountains of Wayne problem...

Don't worry, lots of people share your problem. I think it's important for
you to remember that you are not alone and help is available. The first step
is admitting you are addicted, and then to confront the problem head-on. You
should talk to each member of the band and tell them how you are feeling.
Explain that it would really help if they stopped making glitzy videos,
pandering to corporate heads, writing songs that appeal to both teenage
girls and their moms. They were your band first and you want them back. Give
'em Hell :)

My question is, can he arrange such a meeting? Preferably in a nice cozy space with great accoustics and they can do a little mini show for me and mine prior to our conversations? Kind of like a reverse intervention?


Then on the way home last night...I go to drive the war wagon home which isn't fun when you want to go fast because it doesn't have the tight suspension of my car but it does have the benefit of raising me higher and giving me the grand allusion of height. Plus Welcome Interstate Managers was disk number one out of six. I haven't listened to it in a while so to have turned on the stereo and heard "He was killed by a cellular..." was quite the treat. Gill was starting to doze next to me and we weren't even out of the lot. I said to him, "Don’t you think it's funny how Chris even sings the 'YUP' in concert?" And he's like "What are you talking about?" And then he tells me that I am crazy that there's no yup and it's guitar feedback. This then provokes a whole process of me swerving through an industrial park on the way to 287 while attempting to press replay on his stereo because I can't find the button on the wheel and he wasn't helping. The Pathfinder always reminds me of the ship they steal while escaping from the Restaurant at the End of Universe...which if you are not familiar with it, is entirely black inside and out with no lights or noticeable buttons. The Pathfinder is entirely black inside and out with the exception of some very poorly lit buttons. Anyway were careening about and I play it for him twice and he's still arguing until the third time (at that point I was preparing to make him watch the Austin City Limits the minute that we got home… it is still on our TiVo…so he could see Chris say it)...well the third or fourth time he says, "Oh you mean that. I didn’t know that's what you were talking about." ARRRHHHHHHGGGGHHH.

Okay, why did the creepy receptionist just peak around the corner into my office without saying a word? I didn't look up and the only reason that I know it was him was because I heard the swish of his parachute pants.

Oh and I have another reader on my blog! Welcome new reader! That makes a grand total of five (5) count 'em five people (including me). :)
posted by JustKeepMum on 9:10 AM