Moan moan moan, bitch bitch bitch. I just scrapped two paragraphs of complaining about not being able to run. You can thank me later.
Instead, I’ll treat you to a few minutes of the nonsense that lives in my brain. Fun.
Ready? Here we go.
“Shake Your Groove Thing” is the last thing I heard before I got out of the car today, so I’ll be randomly shouting “yeah, yeah” for the next several days. I know I’m supposed to think of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert when I hear it, but I always go to That 70s Show first, then Drew Carey, then Priscilla. [Edited to point out that those are links to YouTube videos (fun), not IMDB (boring).] I’m sure that means something about pop culture, and probably isn’t a positive for me, but since I end up with all three, I’ll call it a win. I don’t like how Priscilla is spelled. Makes me think of cilia and pisces, and I get stuck with uncomfortable images of slimy sea creatures with lots of legs or maybe tentacles. Unpleasant. I would never name someone Priscilla. What kind of a nickname would she have? Prissy? Awful. Silly, but spelled Scilly? Or Cilly? Please no. And if she spelled it Scilly and wrote it down that way, she’d get called “Skilly”. No matter what version of her name she used with people who know her, she’d become one of those people who gives a fake name like Jane or Carol at restaurants and coffee shops because people never say or spell her name right. True story: I once gave my name as Alice at the IHOP in Ashburn. I figured that was an easy one. Easy to say, easy to spell.* I glanced down at the list and saw that the hostess had spelled it “Alys”. Can’t win. And the problem with fake names is remembering which one you used. You can miss your table (or your coffee) that way. Hasn’t happened to me yet, but I usually take the even easier way out and make John give his name for us. Works every time.
And scene.
*No exaggeration: I typed “slepp” instead of “spell” three times before I got it right.