Last night, while watching the newest episode of Rock of Love Bus with Bret Michaels on VH1 (the guiltiest of guilty pleasures, the "I can't look away from this horrible carnage" of guilty pleasures), the Prof and I began to verbally express concern over the carbon footprint Mr. Michaels and his "ladies" are leaving traveling on tour with three large buses (which, at this point, carry only 8 people). Now, my query is this: By questioning the environmental impact left by Bret and the girls, are we, by default, smarter than everyone appearing (combined) on Rock of Love? If so, do we get a prize? Also, bonus points here, does it mean we're thinking too hard about something as stupid and vapid as a program where young women with severe daddy issues throw themselves at a faded, double-their-age rock singer with hair extensions solely to become said faded rock singer's (who, by the by, seems to keep writing songs using the same basic chord progression as his biggest hit) arm candy?
Hey, I just saw someone skiing down the road.
The passing of radio personality Paul Harvey brought back a flood of memories. Sitting in the old Chevy Citation with my Mom. Waiting to pick up my Dad at work. Hearing Harvey crackle over the AM dial (the Citation did not have FM). The rest of the story. Always waiting to hear him say that line. Most of the time I didn't care much for the stories, being as I was 4-years-old. But that voice was like a friend. Mr. Harvey will be missed.
Our upstairs neighbor, the Emperor, did not take kindly to the fact that we called him on his noisy stomping and girlfriend-pleasing. A good natured note left on his door, using words like "please" and "thank you," turned into the Emp calling the Prof "piggish" and stomping off into the night. Of course, since then, he's been quiet as a baby. We'll see where this leads . . .
Happy snow day, New England!
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