Rapier's Wit

Who ever would have thought Billy Idol would be crooning Christmas tunes? Well, here's your proof! purrrrrr

Today is Billy's birthday. I have always loved this song because it showed the softer side of my favorite 80s platinum blond. Yeah, I loved to dance my pants off to "Dancing with Myself" "Rebel Yell" and "Cradle of Love," but when this was released I simply gurgled from the drool.

I love Duran Duran. I've never withheld this fact. I wore out my cassette of RIO . I had their pictures wallpapering my bedroom wall. I dreamed of going to a concert and being plucked from the audience to dance and sing back-up with the adorable lads. I even called in sick from the pizzeria so I could watch the release for the video of New Moon on Monday. I lied and said my car got stuck in snow. Here it is some 20 years later and I want my old DD back. I have their latest release downloaded to iTunes. I tolerated it when the boys opted to split and have their separate endeavors with Arcadia and Power Station. I rocked out to the remake of Bang a Gong. I drool over John Taylor to this day. So, being the fan that I am, I will tolerate this insane collaboration with the flavor of the year: Timbaland. I have no issues with Mr. Timba producing Red Carpet Massacre ; but his trademark "aye aye" and heavy bass rhythms really get on my nerves. It takes away from the essence t...

This is one of my favorite shows currently on television. This particular episode of Carpoolers simply cracks me up everytime I watch it. I wonder how many OnStar operators received this sort of call after this episode. What's even better is that I finally learned some of the lyrics to "Come on Eileen" thanks to this stroke of genius. I love when homage is paid to my beloved 80s.

There are things in life that leave me with an itchy trigger finger. Well, provided I was a gun owner and/or advocated the use of firearms. I look mild mannered and chipper in my photos. Yet, as of late, I feel like there is a churning pot of lava just waiting to explode from the very depths of my soul. Because the internet is so PUBLIC even when you think you've turned on the privacy preferences, I can't specify why I feel this boiling sense of contempt. I can write this: The amount of stupidity and blatant disregard for others has just been eating away at me. I need to find a happy place. I need to be surrounded by people who actually use more than .5% of their brains. Yes, there is a point in front of that number five. I am so desperately wondering when did it become acceptable to say, "I dunno" and be proud of feigning ignorance. Perhaps these people are truly ignorant. No, ignorant would imply that they simply don't know..they've never been taught; theref...

I realize that the term mental origami may not be all the unique, but it aptly represents my thinking. Sometimes we believe that we're off to a great start. Our minds create the perfect scenario. However, when we attempt to execute the plan, it turns out to be nothing more than a no fly paper airplane. Our mental process has to unfold and start with a crinkled relief map (instead of a pristine sheet of paper). This blog, for instance. It might turn out to be a blunder. I have no idea at this moment in time if anyone will have reason to read the often meandering thoughts of a 42 year old single mom. I don't live on the edge; nor do I take brisk walk with madame danger. What I do do (yes, I said do-do) is raise a child on my own in threatening economic times. My child is trying to beat the odds in a non-compassionate, celebrity obsessed world. I'm attempting to date in a world that seems so shallow and self-centered. For the record, the dating pool seems to be more like a fo...