All kinds of crazy crap happened today, but the first and worst was that my yahoo email account got hacked, and some stupid phishing spam was sent from it. In theory, that is all under control now. But I'll just say it again, if you didn't get an email or a message from me already: Spam. From my yahoo account. Don't fool with it ( Read more... )

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So, Malcolm McLaren died a couple of days ago. And he makes one think of Sex Pistols, and Sex Pistols naturally leads the thoughts to John Lydon, of course.

shmoobits had this video posted on her Farcebook wall, so I stole it.

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In relation to the video, may I just say that it makes me feel ABOUT A HUNDRED YEARS OLD ( Read more... )

It was INSANELY beautiful today! Leaving the house and getting out in it was essential ( Read more... )

Damn, I'm getting old or something. It's Saturday, and all the stuff I have to say is dull, dull, dull. There's a song about that, and I can't remember the source. Another sign of oldness, memory loss. Anyway ( Read more... )

Remember a couple of days ago when I mentioned singing The Hustle? Well, this sort of upsetting occurance is not unusual for me. I might have said this in my journal at some point in the past, but it bears repeating for the purposes of this entry. Nearly every morning I wake up with a random song in my head. Some songs are very familiar. I can't ( Read more... )

Why, oh why was I cursed with a 70s childhood?

I was toodling around in the other room, not really doing anything in particular, talking to D about nothing, maybe dancing or something that set me off. The super-lame song The Hustle started playing in my head. I am relatively certain that even though D is only one year younger than I am, he did ( Read more... )

"Robert Smith...IS THE GREATEST PERSON WHO EVER LIVED!" Well, he's pretty awesome, anyway ( Read more... )

I'm very happy about this. VERY happy. Yay.


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