I was originally going to write about earworms today. You know, those songs you just can’t get out of your head. Because lately, I have been waking up with Alanis Morissette’s “All I Really Want” in my brain. More specifically the lyrics:

Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?

Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you’re gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction

I love AM. And I can’t wait to hear something new from her. But as often as I wake up lately with that in my head, I have to wonder if it’s my subconscious mind trying to tell me something. (Subconscious? Unconscious? I’ve heard it both ways, but to me these words mean tremendously different things.) (Whatevs.) (You know what I mean.)

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Along those lines, is it “preventive” or “preventative”? Yes, I could go look it up, but I’m tired. *snort*

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So, the reason that ear-worms aren’t getting a full post is that I was checking out my blog dashboard – for no apparent reason – and it seems there are now ten (10) of you who have subscribed to Mag and Moo’s blog.

Oh. Mah. Gah.

First of all, THANK YOU!

Secondly, WTH is wrong with you people??

Thirdly, WELCOME! *waves*

That distracted me for a while, what with the giggling and all.

Thank you.

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I haven’t updated my 2 million steps in a while. Let me go look at my spreadsheet. (You heard me.)

Through week 17, I have walked 471,105 steps. 1,528,895 to go.

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It seems that giving up cable is finally starting to take hold. I canceled it in January, and I don’t have local channels. But I have Netflix and Hulu so if there is *really* something I want to watch, I can usually find it. But over the last week and a half – starting with Monday last on my vacation – I think I have seen maybe 2 hours total of anything.

I have become quite fond of the quiet at night. The Wonder Twins are still adjusting but they’ll manage.

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That’s what I have for you tonight. There was something else, but I can’t remember what it is. Next time…

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