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Caligula would have blushed

I very much enjoyed Portrait of a Lady. But I could not say the title of the book without invoking Steven Tyler. I’m sure Henry James rolled in his grave listening to me screech Dude Looks Like A Lady.

TA has a habit of turning the phrase Free Dress Friday into Husker Du’s New Day Rising. Every Friday is Punk Rock Friday!

Shaws supermarket has grouped their ethnic foods into a section of the store called Foods of the World. As we shop, we sing The Jam’s News of the World. Everything should be a song. It’s like living in your own little musical. It makes everyday boring tasks way more amusing.

The east coat’s Highway 95? Nena’s 99 Luftballoons (basically, you sing 99 with that chick’s accent then string a bunch of German words together. Since I don’t speak German, I mix equal parts high-brow Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, with low-brow Kartoffel, Gurken, Bratwurst, Jagerschnitzel, liebling)

Northern California’s 280? Killing Joke’s The Eighties
(also works for 80, 580, 680, and 880) Try it. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, 280! I’m driving on 280! I have to push, I have to struggle!” I can’t take credit for this one; my friend Mike came up with it.

People’s Bank? Depeche Mode’s People are People or The Smiths’ Hand In Glove (my preference.)

Ack. It’s freezing in here. I can’t wait for the gas guy to stop by and get that going. I don’t want to spend the winter hunched over my desk with bum gloves on à la Bob Cratchit.

1:18 p.m. - 2004-10-26

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