9:42 a.m. - 2005-11-02
Titles? We Don't Need No Steenkin' Titles.
Ah, yes, my poor neglected children, the latest contest results:
1. “Fonda ain’t got a motor in the back of her Honda.”
Sir Mix-a-Lot – “Baby Got Back”
2. “I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong.”
Gloria Gaynor – “I Will Survive” (And yes, Cake did cover it.)
3. “You can hang out with all the boys.”
Village People – “YMCA”
4. “Put it in the pantry with your cupcakes.”
Simon & Garfunkel – “Mrs. Robinson” (Yes, the Lemonheads covered this one. Apparently, so did the Indigo Girls, which means that someone needs to send Loopy a CD.)
5. “Makin’ love in the green grass behind the stadium.”
Van Morrison – “Brown Eyed Girl”
Honorable mention goes to Lando and Tha Pimp. They each answered three correctly.
Kiosh got 4 correct, but I will give him a guest entry IF he sends me that Indigo Girls cover of “Mrs. Robinson.” Clearly, I am not immune to bribery.
The winners, who answered all five correctly, are Andria and SingleGirl. Therefore, I will guest enter for them, AFTER this stupid fucking trial is over at work.
Anyone who wants to can guest enter for me, seeing as how I am not the updating fool here lately. Just e-mail me.
That will conclude the old business….so on to the new business.
[Dead silence. Loopy realizes her life is boring as hell.]
Okay, maybe not. A few ideas for entries have been rattling about in my head, but they require thought. And over the last week, I have worked my ass off both at the office and at the Y-M-C-A. I am taking The Swordsman’s 12 week challenge seriously. I think I’ve been to the gym more in the last three weeks than I had in the last 3 months. Therefore, by the time I get home, I’m all tired and brain-dead and really have little energy for anything other than reading a book or perhaps playing some computer games. I am so lame.
However, I am going to try to be disciplined in most areas of my life, instead of just, oh, one or two. This includes things such as:
- Updating diary more than once a week
- Actually doing some
cleaningexcavation on the apartment - Eating right all the time instead of just three or four days a week.
And with those lofty goals in mind, I will depart. I have to (ugh) work. I shall leave you with a poem:
Next week at work there is a trial
The rest of my desk is in a pile
The stacks are so large I just may faint
Work: it really nibbles taint.
