So I was visiting Becca last weekend, and we found ourselves sitting outside a bar on Saturday night chatting. We gradually noticed the total awesomeness of the songs being played–”Humpty Dance,” “Baby Got Back,” “You Say He’s Just a Friend,” and so on. Naturally this led to us compiling a list of songs that need to be on this mix. But I’m opening this up to the public–what songs are we missing? And do you want to send me the songs I don’t have? (The ones I do have are marked by an X.) Because putting together this mix is going to cost, like, $25, and that sucks. And I refuse on principle to pay for “Me So Horny.”
1. Humpty Dance
2. It’s Tricky - X
3. Push It
4. Baby Got Back
5. Funky Cold Medina - X
6. Say He’s Just a Friend
7. Gettin’ Jiggy
8. Shoop
9. Girls
10. Walk This Way (Run DMC)
11. Never Gonna Get It - X
12. Jump Around - X
13. The Dinosaur - X
14. Informer
15. Wasn’t Me - X
16. Bombastic
17. 2legit
18. Me So Horny
19. Da Butt
20. Bust a Move
21. OPP
22. Ice Ice Baby
23. I got a man (Positive K)
24. Back to Cali
25. I’m Gonna Knock You Out
26. Boom (Shake the Room) - X
27. Good Vibrations (Marky Mark)
28. Back to Life (Soul II Soul)
29. Motownphilly (Boyz II Men)
30. Jump (Kriss Kross)
31. Strike It Up (Black Box)
32. My Perogative
33. Poison (Bel Biv Devoe)
34. No Diggity
Move–complete! Well, sort of. My furniture and Internet connection are all set up at the new place. However, I’m missing most of my dishes and all of my food. But as long as I have the DVR and the cats, I’m all good.
I just checked my horoscope, and this is what it said:
You need to make a radical change in some aspect of your life — probably related to your home. It could be time to buy or sell or just to move on to some more promising location.
Michelle Obama on topics such as Barack’s thoughts on her fashion (”‘Barack calls it my “Star Trek” belt,’ the first lady said in an interview this week. ‘He doesn’t understand fashion.’”) and how her mother is different as a grandmother (”‘She thinks Malia and Sasha should have dessert every day, three times a day,’ the first lady said. ‘When I remind her that the girls had ice cream after school, she says, “Why can’t they have pie now?” I’m like, “Who are you? What did you do with my mother?”‘”)
I’ve spent the past two days at a class downtown, at a building about a block and a half from the White House. Then this afternoon, I was walking back to the Metro and noticed a bunch of people standing around and a road blocked off. A road that had a whole bunch of black cars, blocked off by police cars and police officers looking a bit threatening. Looks like President Obama journeyed a couple blocks up to a hotel this afternoon. I thought about waiting around for him, but it was a bit chilly and I really just wanted to get home. But still, neat!
What was really odd was that the place we had the class had been showing CNN in the lobby, and I had noticed Obama talking. Strange to think how very close he was at that moment. And by “strange,” I mean “awesome.” There are times when I miss working downtown.
Ultramarine blue Grover was born looking at himself in a mirror, as was fitting for an exuberant, wiry, self-aware projection of four-year-old energy. Self-referential and prone to calling himself a “cute, furry little monster,” Grover was Sesame Street’s equivalent of a second-born child, the more carefree, confident, assertive sibling who aims to please. He recovers easily from stumbles, makes the best of situations, explores without inhibitions, and plays well with others. (pp. 166-167)
And how Grover got his name, according to Jon Stone:
“I asked, ‘What do you think your name is?’ Grover would study himself in the mirror and try a few out. ‘Armand? Hector? Perhaps my name is Grover.’” (p. 167)
Awesome. This explains why I love Grover–I’m a second-born child. This also explains why I keep referring to my cats as “furry.”
I was on the Metro back from Gallery Place this afternoon, and I found myself sitting in front of a guy trying to hit on a girl. The whole thing was insanely entertaining. She apparently attends Catholic University, which she described as having a lot of land, because it “[isn't] in DC. It’s, like, just outside, and it’s called DC, but we have a lot of land.” Apparently this girl isn’t much into geography, because it isn’t “just outside” DC, it’s still in DC. True, it’s pretty close to the Maryland border, but…it’s in the District. She should take a look at the license plates of the cars around campus.
The two keep talking. “So, what’d you wind up doing last night?” the girl asked the guy, who is apparently from Philadelphia. “I went to, um, M Street? I think it’s part of Georgetown?” “Oh yeah,” the girl said. “They have good bars there. Georgetown’s cool.” They agreed on this.
Awkward pause. Discussion of the fact that she works at Starbucks. And has a lot of espresso when she works there. Discussion of her liking Washington.
Then, the inevitable. Guy: “So, I can look you up on Facebook?” Girl: “No, I’m not on Facebook. I’m a politics major, so I don’t want people to find anything there. I don’t have a MySpace, or Twitter, or anything. I mean, people can tag you and it’s such a hassle. And I don’t want that out there.” I mean, I can understand her concern, and it’s a shame that more Kids These Days don’t have a better grasp of what should and shouldn’t be available on the Internet. On the other hand…it isn’t that big of a hassle. And there are privacy settings and stuff.
The biggest burn was still to come, though. She mentions her name, which is pretty generic–enough that he could Google her, but wouldn’t be able to find her. So he asks whether there’s a way to get in touch with her. And she totally shoots him down. And then gets off the Metro. (In fairness, it was the Brookland/CUA stop.) Harsh, but dang if I wasn’t amused.
