So, my voice is shot. Again. I don’t even have a squeak in there. The cold is pretty much gone but all the coughing must have really inflamed the old vocal cords because I’m incapable of speaking in anything above a whisper. The drag is of course that it’s Friday and so I’d love to have a little fun tonight, especially since there’s some 80s cover band playing at this week’s preferred happy hour spot and that’s just right up my alley. But it would appear the responsible thing to do would be to tuck in, wear sweatpants, wool socks and a huge sweater, drink hot tea and watch sappy movies like A Life Less Ordinary, which I remembered the other day and think I should watch at least once a year. Along with the sap, there’s guns, karaoke, resurrection, Delroy Lindo and Ewan McGregor. It’s just that great a movie. To me. But maybe I can make the happy hour for a little while…we’ll see… (But fear not Adam, you shall be graced with my silence tomorrow for the Falcons. Promise.)
So, in the midst of learning all about economic freedom, thought I’d take a mo and show you all a few things I came across recently. The first is from my British friend. I’m picking up on all his great British colloquialisms and this clip was the result of his saying that “Josh Groban takes the piss out of himself.” I wish we had stuff like this on television here.
Also, I was recently informed of a book/website that’s really great — irreverent, sharp, interesting and loosely related to someone I know. But I’m thinking I’ll wait to post about it. So more on this later I guess.
But this I can go ahead and throw out there. Thanks Harman. Good stuff.
And, I needed to watch this again. My favorite dance of all time I think. I’ll never dance it and that makes me sad. But I can feel the movement of her body as I watch. Super sigh.
Finally, chicken dances. I think everyone should have their own.