Refresher class and a jury's-still-out SOTD
Okay, people. Looks like we need a reminder.
What is the only acceptable thing you can say to a pregnant woman about her pregnancy?
"YOU LOOK WONDERFUL!"
Don't make me throw a pop quiz at your barn-raised ass.
No need to go into what happened today. Repeats of the past couple of months. Idiots.
ANY-hoooo....
I will admit it...I did not like the White Stripes at first. The first couple of albums seemed shrill to me. There were a couple of tracks that were okay, but I definitely couldn't listen to them in bulk. Then I saw the Punk Kittens at rathergood.com, and shortly afterwards, Hotel Yorba got stuck in my head and I couldn't get enough.
Then came Elephant, which was the commercial equivalent of vanilla ice cream. I have minute traces of street cred for getting on board the White Stripes fan train 20 seconds before Elephant was released.
Okay, okay...I'm a lemming! I'm a lemming! Strike Number 1!
But I do love me some Meg in Cold Cold Night. It's just so 40s noir, where some moll is walking around in these and a trench coat and a Veronica Lake wave in her hair.
To make matters worse, the first I ever heard about The Raconteurs was at my Strollercize class after G was born and my hip instructor playing "Steady as She Goes" as we walked Geisha-Girl Style downhill at Pullen Park (excellent for booty boosting). Strike Number 2: I thought it was some groovy 70s song she had found.
So far I am not winning any hipness awards.
So completely by accident, I stumbled into Jack White's latest effort, The Dead Weather, an indy supergroup featuring Alison Mosshart from The Kills, Dean Fertita of Queens of the Stone Age, Jack Lawrence of The Raconteurs, and Jack White on, go figger, drums. I know, right? This should be a no-question love fest!
And I'm so not feeling it. It's shrill and discordant to me. BUT...I'm two strikes in with Jack White, and before I'm all struck out, I want to at least post this to say, "I KNOW ABOUT THIS!!" Check back with me in a few years to see if once again, I cave to social pressure and suddenly lurve it with all my heart and soul.
Obviously, it has happened before.
Welp, time for me to follow the herd over the cliff. Ciao!
What is the only acceptable thing you can say to a pregnant woman about her pregnancy?
"YOU LOOK WONDERFUL!"
Don't make me throw a pop quiz at your barn-raised ass.
No need to go into what happened today. Repeats of the past couple of months. Idiots.
ANY-hoooo....
I will admit it...I did not like the White Stripes at first. The first couple of albums seemed shrill to me. There were a couple of tracks that were okay, but I definitely couldn't listen to them in bulk. Then I saw the Punk Kittens at rathergood.com, and shortly afterwards, Hotel Yorba got stuck in my head and I couldn't get enough.
Then came Elephant, which was the commercial equivalent of vanilla ice cream. I have minute traces of street cred for getting on board the White Stripes fan train 20 seconds before Elephant was released.
Okay, okay...I'm a lemming! I'm a lemming! Strike Number 1!
But I do love me some Meg in Cold Cold Night. It's just so 40s noir, where some moll is walking around in these and a trench coat and a Veronica Lake wave in her hair.
To make matters worse, the first I ever heard about The Raconteurs was at my Strollercize class after G was born and my hip instructor playing "Steady as She Goes" as we walked Geisha-Girl Style downhill at Pullen Park (excellent for booty boosting). Strike Number 2: I thought it was some groovy 70s song she had found.
So far I am not winning any hipness awards.
So completely by accident, I stumbled into Jack White's latest effort, The Dead Weather, an indy supergroup featuring Alison Mosshart from The Kills, Dean Fertita of Queens of the Stone Age, Jack Lawrence of The Raconteurs, and Jack White on, go figger, drums. I know, right? This should be a no-question love fest!
And I'm so not feeling it. It's shrill and discordant to me. BUT...I'm two strikes in with Jack White, and before I'm all struck out, I want to at least post this to say, "I KNOW ABOUT THIS!!" Check back with me in a few years to see if once again, I cave to social pressure and suddenly lurve it with all my heart and soul.
Obviously, it has happened before.
Welp, time for me to follow the herd over the cliff. Ciao!