neverbeencool

Given the events of this week, and the fact that I’m prepping for another go at my canceled Texas trip, the thoughts  running through my head are a little scattered.  And so will the ones spewed out in this post.  So say we all.

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Couple days ago, Anikka started yelling “Barnacles!” whenever something annoyed her.  So either she was a marine biologist in a former life or she’s watching a wee bit too much Spongebob lately.  And since there’s absolutely no fucking way a person could possibly watch too much Spongebob, I’m going with Option A.

See how that works?  Bringing the logic and deductive reasoning up in this bitch, yo.

One can never watch too much Spongebob.  Best cartoon ever.  Bonus points from Tom Kenny’s Mr. Show connection.

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They booked my flight to Texas late in the process, so my original seating assignment was about as shitty as they come:  middle seat, with my back against the toilets/heads/crappers.  After obsessively checking the Continental website every three seconds for the past week, I finally managed to sneak into a vacated window seat far away from potential disaster.

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Now that every team I like is out of the running in the NBA Playoffs, and Silja and I have boycotted all political coverage until the the Dems settle on a nominee, sports talk radio and NPR just aren’t cutting it any more.  And while flipping around, looking for songs that don’t make me want to veer off the nearest bridge (and, being Portland, there are plenty of opportunities), I constantly find myself stopping on K-HiTS 106.7 for a heapin’ helpin’ of Portland’s Super Hits of the 60s and 70s.

It’s like driving around in a Quentin Tarantino movie, but without the edgy dialog.

And with less blood shed.

Usually.

I still can’t hear that Stealers Wheel song without reaching for my razor and gas can.

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JUMP!!!!

You end last week’s BSG with THAT and then make me wait two weeks for the next episode?  You bastards!