You need to listen to Afe's ukulele song. I am convinced that it belongs in a movie soundtrack.
You may have noticed that I tend to hear lyrics quite a bit after a song is released. Often I won't actually listen to the words in a song for years. This is strange behavior, probably, for someone who claims to be a writer-type*. Anyhoo, today I happened to be listening to the lyrics of David Gray's "One I Love," which contains the line: "Runnin' through this life, darlin', like a field of snow."
What does that mean? Does it mean that he started out life thinking it would be loads of fun, but almost instantly it became surprisingly exhausting and wet and painfully cold and all that he has managed to achieve is the spoiling of something that was pristine before he arrived?
What a cheery fellow you are, David Gray.
I am starting to develop a cold. I apologize in advance to the people sitting on a London-bound flight exactly one week from now if I get them sick. I would suggest that those people bring air-filtering masks, because, quite frankly, there is no disease that would prevent me from getting on that flight.
My wife occasionally reads this blog but refuses to comment. Nonetheless, here's a story that I thought would interest her.
What's the dealio with NBC quietly putting out shows that don't suck? "Scrubs" has been around for a few years, of course, and the other two shows I like are similar in the sense that the humor is a bit more obscure (as obscure as humor aimed at a broad audience can be) and there is no laugh track.
"The Office" had a handful of episodes last season that only a handful of people saw, but it has somehow survived into a second season -- I suspect based on the success of Steve Carell. The thing I like about "The Office" is that at the end of each episode I am agitated that the episode wasn't longer.
Last night, by accident, I watched "My Name Is Earl," which was surprisingly good. It's a bit like "Scrubs" with more purpose. How can you not enjoy a show that involves a man secretively looking down his shirt at his Jesus tattoo and whispering, "What would You do?"
My friend informed me that "My Name Is Earl" is on opposite "House," which to me is yet another reason to watch it -- because it means you're not watching "House."
William Shatner is the master of compliment: "She's a big stew bone in the bouillabaisse."
*I don't know what I am. I am not happy with calling myself a writer because I think this sounds pompous. Anyone can call them self a writer and approximately 80 percent of the U.S. population does (Φ). Usually when someone tells me that they are a writer, my internal response is immediately cynical -- something along the lines of, "Really? Place your book in my hands."
Because I cannot yet live up to my own standard I am uncomfortable calling myself a writer. I am a writer-type. But even that is probably a bit too braggadocio. Maybe I should describe myself as "person with elaborate imagination and no marketable skills."
ΦI have gone back and forth on whether I should be using "do" or "does" in this case. My fellow proofreader was also unsure. Anyone want to weigh in on that one? Diego?