Today has been ridiculously dull. The lectures I listened to were really good but after that I couldn't find anything to do. I watched the last three episodes of The Unit (omg) and then I tried to watch season 5 Alias but got bored out of my skull. What I really want is to watch more Big Love but the last two episodes air this coming Monday so, sigh. I guess I'll go back to watching The Pretender.
My cousin is coming to stay tonight, so that should shake things up a bit. Heh, The Parents are involved in the local Rotary Club and for some reason they're participating in a frog race today? No-one really has a clue what that is exactly. One assumes it onvolves racing frogs but it may be code for something else. Who knows?
OK, so, there's a comm I'm a member of and the mod has, well, deleted her journal. I want to take over the comm just so that it gives me more accessibility to sort things out over there because I'm just that commanding and bossy. Thing is, the LJ FAQ basically only reverts comm maintainership in cases of abuse. Who the hell can I email to say, hey, she's not here anymore? It's not the hugest issue but considering I contribute the most to the damn place, I'd like a little more control. I can't even add tags. The O/C personality in my shrieks with indignance. Sigh. No. Not a huge issue at all. But me wants!
To conclude: in all likelihood, I'll be sharing Sheryl Crow with you all on Friday.
ETA: Am listening to Regina Spektor's Begin to Hope and I may just WEEP IN DESPAIR. What is this mainstream stuff? Where has that raw sound gone? I mean, yes, it's still quirky (Fidelity has this vocal play that is fairly old-school) but the sound quality has just gone super-sharp and, and, and. It's not that it's bad because it's not. It's just. Sigh.
ETA 2: No, okay, it's not bad. It's not. I'm listening to On The Radio and yes, I still love this track. But it's gone very radio, is all. Regina Spektor used to sound like she was sat with her piano right next to my bed.
ETA 3: I'll give Spektor this: she's pretty much one of the only people I know who can sing the lyric "a little bag of cocaine" like she's talking about picking up teabags from the supermarket.
ETA the final (I promise): Apres Moi rocks. My faith is restored.