Actually, I think it's David Alan Coe.

But Steve Goodman wrote it. It says so right in the song.

I love karaoke. There's a karaoke DJ in an American Legion Hall near me who makes damn sure I sing something from Chicago whenever I show up. One weirdo moment I remember was trying to do "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel and realizing partway through that they were using the album cut instead of the version released as a single. I had to struggle through a bridge I'd never heard before. I'm surprised I lived.

But Steve Goodman wrote it. It says so right in the song.

Duh. I think I need to go back to bed.

See, that's what I get for only getting into Steve Goodman songs through his two-disc set--I hear the original versions, and never realize that they were covered by other artists with greater sales than Steve ever got.

On that album, there's a great "dead teen medley" that he did in concert once after being distracted in his usual hunt for someone with a cowboy hat which he would don for "Never Even Call Me." Instead of a cowboy hat, he got a motorcycle helmet, and broke out first into "Born to Be Wild," and then he started with "Teen Angel," followed by "Tell Laura I Love Her," then another one where the guy picks up a cute girl, only to find out later that she was a ghost. Finally, the next track starts with him saying, "Now, to get back to what I was going to sing, before I lost my mind..." and he starts with "Never Even Call Me."

I've killed the thread! I've killed the thread!

Now it can't resurrect until Sunday.

I feel like a Roman centurion. Anyone got a toga I can borrow?

I don't sing. Well, I do something I call singing, but no one believes me. Once, some people made me get up and karoke.... it was bad. but then at least they stopped trying to make me .

Sunday's brunch.

bellinis

chesse and crackers

strawberry soup with a dollop of yogurt sorbet

eggs florentine ( eggs, on a bed of spinach with holindase - can have ham slice and on an english muffin if desires)

some sort of potato side dish ( gratin? )

there is a ham

carrot tort

Oh, god, it's so Friday.

I've been sighing up a storm, and now I'm so tired I'm introducing myself (twice) to people who call me at work.

And it's almost another hour before I can skive off.

Bobby could always play with his toys for hours and amuse himself, but Brendon didn't do that. He wasn't able to entertain himself until he read.

This describes the temperment of my cousin's kids. And they are only 4 and 2. August (the elder) REQUIRES human interaction. And he will follow you around to get it. His sister Annalee is perfectly content to be left to her own devices. However, she's the more dangerous of the two, as she's absolutely fearless. If you don't keep an eye on her, she disappears. I'm still amused by her combat crawl under the futon to get to my aunt's HUGE cat (seriously HUGE. He looks like someone put a normal large cat into a enlarging machine. It's a little disconcerting.)

I had frozen pizza tonight. This time, California Kitchen's jamaican jerk chicken. I like it. Not as much as the thai one, but better than the bbq chicken one. That was tasty but....weird. Normal pizza is toxic to me, so this is a nice compromise.

Karaoke: Barbie Girl by Aqua or Shut-up by Black Eyed Peas. You need a partner for both, which works out well for me. Takes quite a few cocktails to get me up on that stage alone.

Had to stay late at work waiting for an e-mail. When it finally hit my inbox, I was laughing too hard to be bitchy about staying late.

He works for a company that uses first initial and last name for e-mail. His first name starts with an S and his last name is Adcock. Poor guy.

He works for a company that uses first initial and last name for e-mail. His first name starts with an S and his last name is Adcock. Poor guy.

BWAH!

ION, I have a lot to do this weekend, but none of it is getting done tonight. I'm exhausted.