My personal height of badness has to be "Run, Joey, Run," by an artist whose name I forget. It's one of those '70s pop songs I always call "angel music," with the ethereal ahh-aaaahhhhs swelling in the background. It's about a girl who gets pregnant, and warns hapless Joey to run, because Daddy ain't going for that.

The chorus is:

Daddy, please don't, it wasn't his fault
He means so much to me
Daddy, please don't, we're going to get married
Just you wait and see

It doesn't end well.

And we won't discuss my shameful addiction to a current silly goth/pop metal band from Finland.

Personally, I'm not even sure "We Built This City" is Jefferson Airplane/Starship's worst song. "Sara" at least gives it a run for the money.

It doesn't end well.

Goodness, no. From the little you posted, that song is heading straight for a stalled car on the railroad tracks and/or the Tallahatchee Bridge.

Jilli, I don't know if there are any more song-poem companies out there. Maybe in Nashville.

John Trubee (who we featured in the book and spoke at the reading in Berkeley) famously sent in "Blind Man's Penis" and got a spiffy country backing for it.

But consider the genius of these titles alone:

13. Dick Kent: Octopus Woman Please Let Me Go
16. Wm. H. Arpaia & The Jerrymanders: Listen, Mister Hat
18. The Downtowners: I Love Lovely Chinese Gal
05. Shelley Stuart & The Five Stars: Vampire Husband
02. Jim Lea: The Doing Of Our Thing
22. uncredited: My Hamburger Baby
28. Gene Marshall: Smoke It - The Pot
05. Bill Joy: Bored Can't Cope Want Out
11. The Real Pros: It's You, Cherokee Lou

...and of course, "Jimmy Carter Says Yes"

And we won't discuss my shameful addiction to a current silly goth/pop metal band from Finland.

Nightwish?

No, HIM. The lead singer is a stunningly pretty man, and the songs are all about how he loves you SO much he would die for you. With power chords. They are my guilty, guilty musical pleasure.

Octopus Woman Please Let Me Go

This? Is sheer perfection.

Jim Lea: The Doing Of Our Thing

Oh, I like this one.

From the little you posted, that song is heading straight for a stalled car on the railroad tracks and/or the Tallahatchee Bridge.

Julie throws herself in front of the bullet Daddy aims at Joey.

OK. Annabel has a rash all over her chin and lips that I've concluded comes from the way she was smearing hummus all over that part of her face while eating her lunch, despite the fact she's had hummus before. It doesn't seem to be distressing her, but it's freaking me right out.

I put her down for her nap as normal, called the pede's office and paged the on-call MD (because the receptionist is closed between noon and 2:00), and am poking my head in every few minutes to make sure she's breathing and isn't otherwise distressed. Right thing? This is below the 911 threshold, even if I have wait till 2:00 to talk to someone, right?

t clueless parent

Oh, and I also wiped her face and hands (which were unaffected) with a clean wet washcloth.