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Check out #5.  There it is again: EMF and their one hit.

Look, iTunes: yeah I know it fits with my purchase but let’s face it I want the song out of my life.  18 years of hearing it is quite enough.

Thanks! 

If you’ve been paying attention, you might remember that sometime last week, someone I know used the term “derogate” to mean “subtract” instead of it’s more standard “to annul a law”. And when I say “more standard” note that as far as I can tell there’s no possible way it means “subtract.” I think they meant “degrade”, but even that isn’t as clear. “Reduce by one” would be sufficient.

Anyway, it’s Sunday, and I’m still thinking about it.

On the plus side, my obsessive repetition of “Stray Cat Strut” has calmed down.

Anyway, the how to portion:

1. Pick a rarely used word that I don’t know.
2. Use it incorrectly.
3. Force me to look it up in two or three sources.
4. All this should happen right before we won’t see each other for a few days so I can get really OCD about it.

Eh voila — you have now gotten under my skin.

TechCrunch has a post this morning on Justin.TV’s 1 millionth user.  Having just signed up, I can only assume it was me that pushed them over the edge.

In fairness, it wasn’t that hard.  Nonetheless, I’d like to thank The Critter who poses in my “not broadcasting” photo.  I’d like to thank the City of Chicago for being so beautiful when I took my header photo last February.  And, most of all, I’d like to thank the little people, notably Herve Villachaize, who gave me the confidence that I too had something to offer the TV viewing public.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh: one last question: 109 years of archived video???  Really?  No seriously: Really?

(Very Excited About Obama!!)

OK so Southern California reader Dalia is the 80’s Albums for Poetry Contest winner. Hurray! Congratulations Dalia and a big THANK YOU to everyone who participated.  It would not have been a poetry contest without you.

Here’s the winning poem, reproduced for your enjoyment.

My Freakin’ Albums

My albums are sitting in boxes,
Untouched since our last westward move
Just taking up space in the closet
Until I will once again groove

To harmonies bred in the sixties,
To disco-fied seventies funk,
To Bono and Bruce in the eighties…
To me, not one disc here is junk.

But progress stepped in to change music,
Advancing from what it once was.
Old records were now viewed as clumsy,
And full of distortion and fuzz.

Cassette tapes invaded my Wherehouse,
CDs then took over the world.
I still kept my albums and played them,
I twisted, watusi’d and twirled.

But growing up left me less playtime.
First college, then working, then kids.
I found much less time to spin vinyl,
My discs would soon be on the skids.

My friends thought that I was a geezer,
‘Cuz I still played LPs without shame.
I was now a 33-year-old woman
Who played 33s just the same.

I packed them in crates when my husband
Decided to move us out west.
At first, I got scared that he’d sold them,
But he told me this only in jest.

He lifted a lifetime of records
And dragged them from this house to that.
The Stones, Steppenwolf, and Santana,
And Carole and Carly and Cat.

My kids always grinned at my records,
And watched as they spun round and round.
They liked all the crackling and popping,
The raw imperfection of real sound.

Despite the CD revolution,
Though my Barbie turntable seemed lame,
I was now a 45-year-old woman
Who played 45s just the same.

But over the years I got lazy,
And slid into playing CDs.
My stereo needle was broken;
I could not replace that with ease.

And after our last move, I never
Unpacked Dylan or the Grateful Dead.
They’ve taken up most of a closet
That should store some clothing instead.

My coveted boxes hold Beatles,
And “Thriller”and “Bat Out of Hell.”
The guiltiest pleasures of all are the Ronco collections
And “Super Bad” by K-Tel.

Sometimes, when the house is all empty,
I open the boxes and sigh.
I flip through the albums, remembering
Why each I decided to buy.

The covers remind me of places
I was when those records were new.
I still hear the songs, see the faces
Of people I long ago knew.

Don’t ask me to give up my records,
They hold memories with which I can’t part.
They belong in that space in the closet
And belong in that space in my heart.

I quote:

“Where do people find the time?” That was her question. And I just kind of snapped. And I said, “No one who works in TV gets to ask that question. You know where the time comes from. It comes from the cognitive surplus you’ve been masking for 50 years.”

From Gin, Television & Social Surplus Awesome. Posted while riding on Metra. Found via Reddit.

Critter Update or Blame My Cousin, originally uploaded by ReidCarlberg.

This picture of The Critter, cute as a button in his little outfit, is totally my cousin R’s fault. She sent outfit. For you purists out there who find the red Disney industrial complex socks disconcerting: those are my fault. she sent cashmere. And they’re awesome.

A late night cook set her soufflé to bake

But it was the night of the great Chicago Quake

Her beautiful pastry it fell

And she swore “Ah Hell”

And the next morning it was omelettes they ate.

You may have notices that Google Apps and Salesforce.com have a cool integration going on.  This humble blog is hosted on DreamHost, and I signed up for Google Apps.  When I went to integrate my mail i discovered something very cool:

1 Click Configuration of Google Apps on DreamHost!

AWESOME!  All of my subdomains configured in ONE EASY STEP.  I LOVE IT!