Alibelle! Hi!

I'm watching Greatest Songs of the 90s with my parents, who are both asleep. Except that, whenever I make too loud a noise, Mom will wake up halfway, keeping her eyes closed and shouting, "Hello? Hello?!"

Hil! Hi!

We captioned Greatest Songs of the 90s. I worked on hour 2, which started off with "I'm Too Sexy." I also checked what the number one song was, because I was campaigning for "My Heart Will Go On," due to sheer numbers. I mean, it was the number one song in the country for, what, 987 weeks? But, sadly, it wasn't. VH1 went in a different direction. Whatever, VH1.

Hi, Kat!

I'm fascinated with Adam Duritz's hair. In the nineties, he had dreds. In the early 2000s, he still had them, but with a really obvious receding hairline, and a quite humorous bald spot in the back that we could see when he started swinging his hair around. (I saw them in concert in about 2002 or so, and we couldn't stop giggling at that.) Now, he's quite obviously mostly bald on top, with a horrible horrible wig that looks like of like a toupee made by cutting up Eddie Murphy's Buckwheat wig.

We captioned Greatest Songs of the 90s.

Focusing on the "commentary" must have been kind of a nightmare, huh?

Here's how I know I'm old: Looking at the videos, I keep thinking how young everyone looks!

Did someone link to a site where they can figure out what movie you're talking about from vaguish clues?

Besides this one?

Ha!

Yes.

Focusing on the "commentary" must have been kind of a nightmare, huh?

Really not that bad, comparatively speaking. For instance, we do this one court show that's so ridiculous that when we subcontracted it out, we had to answer about 18 emails, at least, over the course of the day about how to deal with it. Or I watched pieces of another thing today where it was just one man talking for an hour about Kabbalah, with lots of Hebrew and Aramaic. And I totally developed ADD during an absolutely endless section of this kids' show featuring a TEN MINUTE polka remix song about cutting up a banana, putting it in a blender, and shaking it up. Those were the only lyrics that were even understandable, as the two adults singing it were dressed like bunnies on acid, yodeling, AND jumping up and down. So after awhile, VH1 commentary starts to seem like high art. Of course, I did see episode 8 of this season's Project Runway, too, so it's not all bad.

How are you, Jesse? I haven't talked to you in ages.

Didn't mean to post a rant and run. I love lion tamers and much prefer the top hat versions, but my favorite was THIS guy, [link] who dressed like Liberace-meets-Conan. I saw him live when I was about 11 and fell in love.

Just KNEW that would be Gunther Gebel-Williams before I even clicked it. sighhhhhhhhhhhh

Anybody speak Portuguese? How do you say Portuguese in Portuguese?

CaBill does.

I have a tagging obsession. Not graffiti, just adding information to files.

I'm trying to geotag images in Flickr, and I'm coming across difficulty in my Morocco pics, because I can't search for all the local town names, and the maps aren't that detailed. I'm guessing I can enter longitude and latitude coordinates into the search engine, but first I'd need to find out, say, what the L&L for the Todra Gorge is.

Anyone know a way to look up the L&L of places somehow?

Sean, thanks for the drawing props. I've done very little since the migraines started, because I'm shying away from effort. But I'm at least pretending to reassert my image hobbies--I'm doing a photoportrait-a-day for a year challenge, for instance.