Christmas, with a little less soul

So I made it back to Cheyenne. To catch you up (those of you who don't know) I'd been scheduled to arrive on Thursday, but Mother Nature, bitch that she is, had other plans for me and thousands of others. Thanks to the purchase of an extra plane ticket through Southwest (since Frontier's 800# was STILL down days later and in person could not rebook me to arrive UNTIL the 25th) I made it home yesterday afternoon. I spent my extra time in LA taking my own sweet time shopping, packing, buying presents, sleeping, and making cookies. Sometimes you have to look at these things as being given the gift of time, though I'd still much rather be here.

It's my first time online in over 24 hours (and I didn't combust!) and I found out that James Brown, the Father (Godfather?) of Soul has died this morning after a bout of pneumonia. I've now stumbled across a new minor regret in my life: never seeing the man perform in person. Friends of mine had taken in this sight in recent years at the Hollywood Bowl, and as is so often the case, I thought, "next year", only to be reminded once again to take these opportunities when they arise. As big of a venue as it is, I can only imagine that he had no problems filling it with his veritable James Brown-yness.

Rest well, the soul of Soul.

Ok Go: Here it Goes Again

I'm a little late in the game with these guys, but this video just rocks!

Spring Fresh

Is it wrong that I'm actually proud of myself for doing my laundry?

Paris and my Mom

I was on the phone with my Mom the other night and she went into a mini-rant about Paris Hilton, that she'd never seen so much attention for someone who'd done so little, and that she was so indulgent. Then she said, "She's like the human Las Vegas."

My Mom rocks.