...Hey Light Fixture...
The Sister answered yesterday's LJ Writer's Block thing-a-ma-jig: "If you could only listen to one song the rest of your life what would it be?" My answer - American Pie by Don McLean.
Runners up include, but aren't limited to, A Beautiful Day by Gym Class Heroes, A Change of Seasons by Dream Theater, A Song For Christine by Anathallo...whoa. That's eerie that the first things into my head all start with "A." Perhaps I'm alphabetically minded?
I am not a poet. Or rather, I've almost concluded that I am not a poet. It's something I'd love to be, but I'm not sure that'll be enough. I think if I want to have any hope I need to stop trying to force myself to write "regular" poems, where the ends of the lines rhyme, because I suck something awful at those. I'm going to try writing haiku and pantoums, and experiment with a form that (so far) I've been unable to apply a label to - Perhaps I invented it! (I doubt that.)
If those fail I'll turn in my Lil' Po'try Writers Club card. If they should succeed I'll turn in my Wannabe Club card for a Sick Rhymer's Club card...or a Tout Les Rimes Club card. In short, the contents of my wallet will change - for worse or better...or French, apparently.
Thank you for introducing me to Regina Spektor, Leah - She makes the air-filled space between my speakers and my ears vibrate in such a pleasant pattern. The nitrogen, oxygen, argon, and carbon dioxide atoms collide so joyfully whenever she comes around.
We're more than a week into November and I don't have all my Christmas presents purchased yet - Slackin'.
Today I took Grandma to the doctor, where they out a cast on her fractured hand, and took her to CVS and McDonald's and did some chores around her house for her. I don't know how "best ever" all that is, but I suppose it's more honorable than Monday's Battlefield-fest. Tonight we ate at Ming Shee (w00t!) and watched Will Smith give a substantial performance in Seven Pounds. I didn't cry, but I was Damn close - How dare you, Agent J?
'Cuz I didn't getta watch Fresh Prince growing up like you did, see, so...yeah...I don't getta refer to him as such...
New Kenna shirt tomorrow? Yeah, let's do that. And then, hey - Maybe another one on Thursday! w00t w00t w00t for new shirts!