Oh for the early days of MTV, a leather jacket, and a whole bunch of scrunchies. Madonna's "Borderline" today (and yesterday, actually).
Boy, once you latch onto this word it's really hard to get rid of — and all sorts of situations present themselves where it applies. I caught solipsism from Christopher Hitchens, who is reading to me from beyond the grave...a fact, I think, that would have tickled him.
According to Wikipedia, the variety of solipsists I've been running across lately are "epistemological." You know, the kind that believe that the only thing that's true is what's going on in their own minds and that "the external world is an unresolvable question, or an unnecessary hypothesis."
In other words, "Whatever was decided in that hellish, four-hour meeting is pretty much whatever I walked in there thinking it was going to be, so let's all just do THAT."
And she's funny. I woke up with the theme from "News Radio" today.
Happy Thanksgiving from me and Kate Bush: "Running Up That Hill."
In sync with calendar today, if not the mood. "I Don't Like Mondays" -- even though this particular Monday is just excellent.
Aloha!

Jen played this thing like a piano.
Caught "The Kangaroo Hop" from Turner Classic Movies' inexplicable showing of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother last night. It was my sister's and my favorite stupid movie and we watched it every time it was on HBO.
Shows class. Shows class. But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half. According to this here in the Telegraph.
"Fugue for Tinhorns" from Guys and Dolls.
"The Island of Misfit Toys," caught from the office.
What's wrong with a spotted elephant? But honestly, I don't care what the name of the creature in a Jack-in-the-Box is, that's one scary-ass toy.
Good heavens, but Gilbert & Sullivan has staying power. Braid the Raven Hair today.
Turns out to have a name, this bit of incidental music from SpongeBob repeating in my brain: "Hula Dancers."