For Zenkitty... [link]

I was named for a song that my mom still likes to sing bits of. I just now discovered that it was a Johnny Mathis song and listened to the original recording! I also have one of the more positive lines in 88 Lines About 44 Women and a hideous Michael Bolton song. According to Bon Jovi I need to find myself a Tommy. But mostly, when people want to sing my name I get the Name Game.

I sort of assumed there were going to be no songs about my name, but turns out, there are! My name is Jacqueline, I go by Jacki (spelled funny because my grandmother apparently thought it would be funny?) and who knew, songs about Jaquelines and Jackies! I'm shocked.

I've got a lovely Spanish lullabye (fave version by Tish Hinojosa) for my name.

In any case, despite their opinion on the calls, both announcers clearly thought that Mexico far outplayed France, which to me is key. Bad calls are part of the game. It's a shame if they radically affect the outcome, but I'd rather have that than replay everything to death.

Okay, that's good to know. The clips that I saw (very short and from one angle) it looked like a blatant offsides on the first one; on the second, the tackler got the ball and not just his opponent, so I wasn't clear on why the penalty. Can you not slide tackle inside the box?

meara, you do know Lesbians Who Look Like Justin Bieber, right? Aka Biebians. And someone called the cops on a 27 yo lesbian drinking, thinking she was the Biebs. [link]

Of the three songs I know with my name, I like the Fleetwood Mac one best. Probably b/c I wasn't bombarded with it in my childhood.

Day 2 of a horrendous headache. Not migraine level, thankfully, but not too far from it. Bleck.

I'll take "Wake up Little Suzi" and "I love you, Suzi Q" (ok, maybe they spell Suzi different, but it sounds the same). I disown "Runaround Sue" cause that is the one nickname, above most others, that will get your a scowl and then ignored.

"Gina...Gina. All for my very own."

I know that song! I grew Up listening to Mathis. I learned to dance standing on Dad's feet, shuffling around to Mathis songs.

Oh, I meant to mention that the name Hillary gets a mention in TISM's tribute to River Phoenix, "(He'll Never Be An) Old Man River". (Edmund Hillary, but still.)

Dear Co-Worker:

I understand bad moods. But if someone says "Good morning" and uses your name, then you fucking acknowledge them with more than a scowl.

Ta, ever so. You great big dick.
Aims

Mememe whine.

Ugh, I'm so tired of being unhealthy. I've been coughing up globs of neon green junk for over a week now (or blowing it out of my nose). That's finally getting to be less of a thing, but the coughing has been so spasmodically violent that I've thrown my back out. And between the two problems, I haven't gotten a decent nights sleep since this upper respiratory thing hit.

Thank god my doctor prescribed the good cough syrup (the kind with codeine), but even limiting that to bedtime, I'm still sleeping like crap. I will take having my back keeping me tossing and turning over being woken up by yet another coughing fit, but I'd just like this to be over, please.

I also believe I shall be trying that tomato sauce soon.