Crumpy, Drober, reindeer ass
Current mood: illin'

TGIF. Unfortunately, I think those "allergies" I had the other day have turned into a cold, so I'm currently crumpy. Yes, you in the front row with your hand up? Oh, crumpy? That's a combo of cranky and grumpy. It was originally invented for a female friend of mine, who would gets cramps, then get grumpy. Since I don't get cramps ... well, you do the math.

Speaking of combos, I thought of another one. Ever had one of those nights when you had a lot to drink, and you woke up the next day and were still kinda drunk? One of those sober yet drunk things. Well, my term for that is drober. 'Course, if you get pulled over by a cop, and you're still drunk, a better combo of those two words would be sunk. Either way, not the best of situations.

So, as part of trying to get rid of this cold, I'm drinking something called Odwalla Wellness Echinacea fruit juice drink. It tastes like reindeer ass, and I mean literally. Well, having never tasted reindeer ass, I guess I'm just guessing here. So, if you've tasted reindeer ass, maybe you can try some of this stuff and tell me if it's the same. Flavor, that is. I don't really care to get into the texture. Um, let's move on ...

I managed to catch part of this one hit wonder show or whatever they're calling the latest crap on Fox these days. You know, buncha old has-been groups get together and try to sing their old crappy tunes. The funny thing is, the host called the songs "great" music. Um, Tiffany? Loverboy? Great music? That one got me laughing pretty hard. Yeah, "Lovin' Every Minute Of It" ... that's a classic!

So, I watched this show for all of about 3.8 minutes TIVO time. The lead singer for Loverboy rolled out ... and I do literally mean rolled out ... he looked like he had eaten the Michelin man backstage. So, he starts singin', and I notice that he has the same sunglasses on that he wore back in the 80s. In fact, he might've had the exact same outfit on, except for letting everything out 12 inches or so. Hmm ... maybe 16 inches. Ok, 20.

Once A Flock of Seagulls hit the stage, I was finished with that noise. The kicker? Next week ... Vanillla Ice! Like I NEED a reason to come back next week! I'm pretty sure I can find something that's more entertaining next week at that time. Like counting my fingers backwards.

So, I sent someone an email the other day from my Hotmail account to theirs, and Hotmail filtered it into their junk folder. How funny is that? Um, we're Hotmail, and we know that anything coming from one of our accounts is garbage! Thanks for playing!

Sorry, a little short today on the blog ... that's what happens when you spend the majority of your week sleepin' one off ...