Stupid Leap Day. I knew there were going to be problems today when I woke up and realized that today's not even supposed to exist. There are twenty eight days in February, right? What the fuck, nature? Give it a rest with the extra shit, huh?
Oh, don't mind me - that's just the horrific commute talking. Normally, I'm a cat that keeps himself on a pretty even keel. Sometimes, I find myself actually enjoying the quiet alone time of my 90-minute commute. I look at it as a daily opportunity for spiritual reflection and perhaps discrete masturbation.
But the faberge egg of my psyche is slowly cracking, friends. This morning, I actually found myself pounding my steering wheel in the midst of a Munchian not-so-silent scream. I just fucking lost it. Mostly, it was because my engine started shaking and my "Get Your Car to the Shop and Drop a Ton More Money" light kept going on. Which is good, because I didn't just drop $850 on my metal-on-metal brakes. Oh wait - yes, I did. (Punches self in the box.)
On the upside, I finally heard Bryan Adams "Cuts Like a Knife" on the radio for the first time. I was sort of quiet about the whole thing, but I'll admit it now: I had never heard that song before. Such a bizarre gap in my musical knowledge.
It's an odd day, people.
Oh, don't mind me - that's just the horrific commute talking. Normally, I'm a cat that keeps himself on a pretty even keel. Sometimes, I find myself actually enjoying the quiet alone time of my 90-minute commute. I look at it as a daily opportunity for spiritual reflection and perhaps discrete masturbation.
But the faberge egg of my psyche is slowly cracking, friends. This morning, I actually found myself pounding my steering wheel in the midst of a Munchian not-so-silent scream. I just fucking lost it. Mostly, it was because my engine started shaking and my "Get Your Car to the Shop and Drop a Ton More Money" light kept going on. Which is good, because I didn't just drop $850 on my metal-on-metal brakes. Oh wait - yes, I did. (Punches self in the box.)
On the upside, I finally heard Bryan Adams "Cuts Like a Knife" on the radio for the first time. I was sort of quiet about the whole thing, but I'll admit it now: I had never heard that song before. Such a bizarre gap in my musical knowledge.
It's an odd day, people.
6 Comments:
Could Cuts Like A Knife be like leap year day for music?
That is extremely fucking weird, because earlier this week I was going to suggest that we cover "Cuts Like a Knife" in the Boogie band. Swear to Jeebus.
Na na naaaa, na na na na na, na na.
This means you've never seen Bryan Adams savagely cut up an apple with a knife. Unless you've watched the video with the sound turned down.
I've felt like I've been in a Twilight Zone epidose where there's this really famous song that everyone knows but me.
A really really boring Twilight Zone episode.
If Bruce Springsteen is the Boss then John Cougar(I refuse to move on) is the assistant manager and Bryan Adams is the fry cook.
Now 'Ain't Even Done With The Night' has popped into my brain ('cause John was still a Cougar on that one), but I only know the chorus so it'll just drive me crazy.
Needing a leap day seems to indicate our counting system is off. And we think we're so smart.
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