Oh- ee-oh, oh, ee-oh...

I woke up this morning and promptly got a song stuck in my head.

This was no mere mortal song.

This was one of those songs so bad it has no right to exist. And, to make matters worse, it's one of those songs that is now so obscure that the vast, vast majority of human beings, even if your sample is baised toward awareness of old pop songs, do not know that it ever existed.
It is also one of those songs that it's embarrassing to admit that you even know.

What, you might ask, was the song? I'm sure you're drooling with anticipation to hear me embarrass myself, especially given that I'm one of those people who rarely listens to pop music and whose knowledge of pop music of decades past is especially shaky. How bad must it be, you wonder, that I know it and nobody else does?

Well...

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God!

"NPR just announced that Ray Charles died. A sad loss."

I'd link to the entry in a friend's blog where he said that, but it appears to be friends-only, so...
I'll link to his journal in general instead. Dave: The Series.

This is very bad, because as some famous bathroom graffiti (I saw it quoted in the Dinosaur Bar-b-que Cookbook: "God is Love. Love is blind. Ray Charles is blind. Ray Charles is God."

So, the world may end soon. Brace yourselves.

But seriously, that sucks. I'm bummed.

The Essentials Of Life

OK, I've been in Buffalo for a while now, and I had intended to write about it.
I've been bitching about where I live for so long that I suppose in order for any of it to have meaning I should probably throw in some of the positive stuff. I whinged about how awful everything was in Westchester, and I suppose it sounds unreasonable unless I explain how things are actually, indeed, better here.

So Dave and I went grocery shopping today. It was a major undertaking, that took up most of the morning, and yet, I was never frustrated or angry at any point. I think my worst moment was when there was an old woman standing in the middle of the aisle at Wegman's, an aisle wherein someone else had simply abandoned a full shopping cart at a haphazard angle, and thus I couldn't get through. But that's because humans are in large part morons, and is unavoidable in any habitat wherein humans live. I can't blame that on Buffalo. The store wasn't crowded enough for that to happen more than once. Unlike Stew Leonard's, which was one long experience of being stuck between the old lady and the asshat.

But I digress.

No, I had fun today.

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