Cindy, I don't like the Eurhythmics either. Just thought I'd let you know you're not alone. And DH just played me some more recent Annie Lennox, and while I concede she has a good voice, the overall style is way too breathy and electronic for my tastes.
Susan, YES! That's exactly it. Also, they were so hyped (particularly on MTV) when they first came out, to the extent that would turn me off of any artist.
For those of you who don't play around in the music thread, there was a quiz thingy last week sometime where you went through the list of the Top 100 songs from the year you graduated high school, and checked off any that wouldn't make you change the channel immediately if they came up on the radio. I knew maybe 10 of the top 100 for my year. It was interesting to see how few people actually liked most of the top songs from their year.
Oh, do you think you can find it, Kate?
My arm muscles do feel kind of funny.
Well, they are shoving fluid where it doesn't belong, not to mention the being stabbed. I don't think it's psychosomatic.
I mean, in college, I had crappy nurses, and my arm used to turn into a knot of black and blue where they gave me my allergy shots.
My experience is that it's the day after when the tetanus shot really gets you.
In other news, I listened to "Dark Side Of The Moon" on the way into work and now I have Kafka earworms.
I adored the Eurhythmics. It probably helped that I didn't have access to MTV when they were hottest. If "Would I Lie to You?" comes on the radio I stop channel surfing and sing along, loudly.
Tetanus shots definitely make my arm muscle hurt. I can't speak to whether or not it makes my arm much weaker, because I'm usually too much of a wimp to try lifting anything for a few days after getting a shot.
Did you know Hugh Laurie plays her dorky husband in the
Walking on Broken Glass
video?
Oh, do you think you can find it, Kate?
Obviously not Kate, don't know anything about music, and not even here, but I think the bottom of this page may help you.
You do run across the strangest things in PubMed:
Sexual intercourse as a precipitating factor of transient global amnesia.
I've got to say, if it makes you forget your own name, that's *really* good sex.
Thank you, Nilly.
Oh, dear. The music of the year I graduated is such crap. I remember. I remember. I remember. The worst part is, I now have a fondness for much of it, and that fondness is based purely on nostalgia. Ugh. Make it stop. [link]
So the crazy woman across the hall has come in this office looking for my officemate three times in the last five minutes. Now, I understand that there's some confused visitor across the hall who she really needs to deal with, which is why I said I'd send her across when she comes back. You don't need to keep peeking in as though perhaps I'm hiding her from you.
