The Beatles vs. The Rolling Stones

So, I'm sure you've all heard the old axiom, you are either a Beatle or a Rolling Stone, and that describes your character, or other some such nonsense. I have always said that I am both, and have refused to choose.

The other day on my way to work I was thinking about this. Since I have a 30-minute commute, I often have time to ponder inconsequential things, and I often do just that. Anyhoo, I decided on that day which one I am.

I am a Rolling Stone.

Here is how I figured out who I was: I asked myself, does either group have at least one song in their canon that I simply could not live without hearing again for as long as I should live. As much as I love the Beatles, John Lennon and Across the Universe, I have to say that the Stones edge them out for me ever so slightly.

While I love "Eleanor Rigby," "Yesterday," "All You Need Is Love," "Day Tripper," "Revolution," "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" and many more, I could deal with never hearing any of them again if I had to.

However, I could not live with never again hearing "Paint It Black," "Mother's Little Helper," "Under My Thumb," "Ruby Tuesday," "Sympathy for the Devil" and "You Can't Always Get What You Want" (and many more, but these especially).

So, there you have it. I am a Rolling Stone. Feel free to share what you are in the comments :)

Misheard Song Lyrics

I know this topic is, like, sooooo 5 years ago, but I wanted to write on it anyway. The other day, I heard Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name" on the radio. From now on it will always remind me of that day about a year ago when Sam and I were driving somewhere and the song came on so I started singing.

There's the part where Jon goes: "Oh, you're a loaded gun. Oh, there're nowhere to run. No one can save you, the damage is done." I thought he said, "Oh, your love is young," like he is making fun of her naivetee in all things romantic. Sam heard me sing that, made fun of me, and told me what the real lyric was. Now, whenever that song comes on, he sings at the top of his lungs: "Oh, your love is young."

I hope all of you will now too.

Let's Talk Weather

As Tropical Storm Fay lingers, it got me to thinking about some storm-related things:

• I hate it when newscasters say, "There is quite a bit of weather going on outside." There is always WEATHER outside, you nincompoops. There is NASTY weather at the moment. Let's not forget our adjectives.
• I realized that I like only 3 newscasters, in this order: Martie Salt, Bob Frier and Lauren Rowe. The rest grate on my nerves. And don't even get me started on the peeps at FOX news. OMG. It's like a high-school news team. Especially the main anchors. They are so opinionated and partial, I can't watch for more than 60 seconds — until the first snide comment comes and I have to turn it off.
• The exception to the awful FOX news people is roving reporter Patrick Pegues. He's a cool dude in my book, and I am glad he is getting some meaty stories to report. I am a bit biased, since I've met him on a few occasions because of Steph and Rob. He was at my table during Steph's wedding reception, and we've both attended cookouts at the Hodge's on occasion, and he is a super-nice and funny guy.
• Because of the high winds, almost all of the billboards along I-4 on my way to work have been taken down. Halleluiah! It's been so refreshing to not be bombarded with useless info and gaudy graphics on the way to work all this week. Why can't we always have high winds?
• Tony Manolfi is the biggest douche for interrupting the end of the men's 20o meter medal race with a redundant weather update. Yes, he waited for Usain Bolt to cross the finish line before he came in with the update (which was basically the same update as 10 minutes prior), but we missed all the afterglow of Bolt winning the gold and beating the world record. We missed the excitement and the joy of the crazed announcers as they celebrated along with Bolt.
• That is all ... for now
  

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6 of My Quirks

A few weeks ago, I was tagged by my friend Cricket to list 6 of my quirks on my blog. I just now saw that post, so I am going to commence listing now:

1. I can't keep my hands off my face. Whether I am tugging on my lip, picking at a dry spot, picking/scratching my eyes, smoothing my eyebrows — if I am doing something, usually something that requires concentration, you'll see my fingers touching some aspect of my face. Can't help it.

2. In my opinion, my dog children are and always will be way more awesome than your human children.

3. I proofread everything — billboards, magazines, newspapers, menus, other people's e-mails, the writing on the screen during newscasts. It's amazing how many people suck with the English language. I know some mistakes are due to being a hurry, like e-mails and personal blogs, but there is no excuse when I find a newscast or menu mistake, and the like.

4. No matter what I am doing, if I can feel that an article of my clothing is bunching or crinkling, I have to fix it. I can be sleeping and my shirt will ride up a bit, and I will wake up and pull it down and smooth it out. I smooth out the pillow constantly, so I don't feel wrinkles on the side of my face. I constantly tug at and smooth my shirt, front and back, when I am driving to work in the morning. If I weren't so fearful of dying in a car wreck, I probably wouldn't wear my seat belt, because it tends to gather my shirt in a way that makes me really aware and uncomfortable until I can fix it.

5. My underwear and bra must match what I am wearing.

6. I cannot drink beer from a can. I will throw up, or gag a whole lot. Just the thought of beer and aluminum gives me the heebie-jeebies.

I know I have more, but that's all you guys are gonna get. :)

Blog Cleaning

Well, I have gone through a sort of blog cleaning. What started out as a personal blog has veered into celeb territory. While I will occasionally mention celebs, since they do have something to do with my life because of my columnist jobs, I'm going to try to keep this blog personal. If it starts to get too much, I'll start a Celebrity Extra blog too, but until then, I'm going to try to keep that at the office and reserve this space for personal blogging.

There. I feel better now.