KAndre

Oh no he's not - guys are always quicker off the mark...oh wait, you're talking about the news? Um, yes. I'm sure he's almost as frustrated as y'all.

Ok, the day is like HALF WAY OVER...I want some news!

couchie knows me soooooooo well! Shall I confess to picking the Saints because I like black & gold better than blue & white?

Looks around... Woo hoo Saints! Of course I missed Latifah and Carrie because I didn't turn it on until the middle of the 3rd quarter...

Hmmmmm. Why does this seem oddly familiar? As for mothers and children and generational musical tastes, it never crossed my mind to like or dislike stuff my mother liked (or even my grandparents). For me, my mother's music (when not gospel) was Motown and Al Green, the Memphis sound, the blues, Nat. I like that stuff. Hell, my son likes that stuff. I have to admit, I don't get the whole, "it's not current" - I like old school. Just because I like occasional new stuff, there is no way in hell I'm giving up my favorites. And Clay, old, new, or whatever, is still one of my favorites.

Ooooooh....audio CD and performance DVD? For the first time, Decca sounds interesting to me!

Cynics of the world UNITE! Well, at least if we feel like it. And it doesn't cost us anything. And they aren't taking pictures of us.

Hmmm, but you know what? I think it says something about Faye (and by extension, perhaps Clay) that she is apparently not completely cynical and untrusting after Clay's being in the business for 7 years (though cynical seriously works for me!). Faye and Clay both are about a billion times nicer than I could ever dream of being...

I haven't read his blog yet (I can't BELIEVE I left my phone at home) - but I bet he still likes his mama better than any fan on the planet. And looking at some fan reactions, I can see why. I'm sorry Clay apparently sounds a little sad, but (selfish bitch that I am) he will soon be out and about, entertaining moi as the heavens intended!

Thank ya, Lord! Clay trips in my future! Not that I don't love my son, but bless his heart, I think I am done with vacationing with the boy/man/smart ass (I'll have to tell y'all about Vegas, we just got back this morning, especially the white dude kissing my on the dance floor when I told him he wasn't as bad as I thought he would be). The eHP are so much more reasonable! Mack the Knife? Let me get my Steve Martin shark fingers ready... Damn! How am I supposed to wait? I want stuff NOW! I want Clay to come to the Red Cat Jazz Cafe and kick ass! Or the House of Blues. I need some miles for status, so coast dates work for me...hell, I'm even willing to go back to wherever-the-hell-it-was North freakin' Dakota!

Elvis was blond?!?!? But honestly, with Ruben in the mix, I think Motown is gonna be seriously in the house!

KAndre momentarily escapes from the chaos that is her son visiting.. Paul seems to be killing things hourly on the internet, while I make trails through my living room around the incredible amount of stuff that won't fit into his old bedroom, which has even BIGGER piles of stuff. Looks with interest at the Clay news... Hmmm....so basically Clay is working his little tush off to keep me happy? I can deal with that. Ahem, "To Love Somebody" was originally released in 1967. "When A Man Loves A Woman". A little Motown, some Stax, and I'm good. And just so I can solidarity with those with minority opinions....no jiggling of Clay parts! Stroking, yes; jiggling is just wrong!

Yay luckiest!

As for snow on Wednesday, the word "ha" comes to mind, as I patiently rotate between DayQuil, NyQuil, Sudafed. and anything I can pop to relieve this fricking headcold.

Merry Christmas to you and yours from me and mine! Joyeux Noël à vous et vôtre de moi et du mien! Frohe Weihnachten zu Ihnen und Ihre von mir und von der Grube! ¡Feliz Navidad a tu y la suya de mí y de mina! 對您的圣诞快乐和你的從我和礦! I haven't wrapped any presents and my contribution to the family party is ice! A typical holiday for moi!

Good luck and go get 'em tigers for all!

No, Harvey Milk was a city supervisor, which I think is like a councilman.

On Houston's new mayor - believe it or not, especially in the initial election, Annise's orientation wasn't a biggie because frankly she's been in politics here forever and she's a perfectly boring accountant and will be a perfectly adequate mayor - just like Gene Locke was a perfectly boring lawyer, and Brown (hell, I can't even remember his first name) was a perfectly boring architect and would have probably been perfectly adequate mayors. I think our "alternative" paper, the Houston Press called them dull, duller and dullest. It sounds paranoid, but external interests did try and stir up some sturm und drang but went about it in the wrong way - they should have said she was for the Ashby High Rise or wanted to put MetroRail on Richmond or thought Bill White sucked. Frankly, Houston tends to like accountants better than lawyers in running the city because we tend to elect our comptroller (and honestly, Brown just appeared to be super old and wanted to be Mayor before he died). The turnout was incredible pitiful - and I heard about two of Locke's supported sending out flyers against "teh ghey" - but nobody I know got them (and frankly, my mother probably would have been the target audience). She knows Annise is married to some woman and has been for years and thinks it's a little strange and knows disapproving is not right but says she's working on it, but Annise being gay isn't why she didn't vote for her - she's 70 and frankly just votes for black candidates when she can (although she loves Bill White). She would have voted for Annise if Gene wasn't in it because women candidates are her second choice. I started up the MWCL and AIW rotation this weekend (people, I can't get into Christmas too early...no, no, no, no, no!)

Tactful is clearly my middle name!

Ha! I was watching the Prez' speech last night and all I could think about was, "ooh! Front row, eHP! Long chestnut-haired Clay was much hotter than grey-haired Obama (who is hot in his own special way, but definitely did not flirt with the audience. Or require them to sing, 'Pop! Pop! Pop!' Pity.") I did mention I would be shallow today as well, right?

I'm bored and and my tummy is talking to me (and no, it's not saying "I'm hungry". It's saying, "What the HELL did you put in me last freakin' night!?!?! GROWL! GRUMBLE! BRAAAAAAAAH! Yeah, and I'm just gonna keeping everything inside roiling around because that's how I roll! Ha HA! CHUGGGG!"). Sometimes I seriously dislike body parts. Did I tell y'all about how I looked up the best creperie in Paris and me 'n Perusing One went to look for it and we wandered all OVER the frickin' city and NOBODY was selling crepes and we finally gave up and sat down at a little cafe in some arrondissement in Paris (though for all I know, we might have walked all the way to Toulouse) that had outdoor seating and PerusingOne ordered beignets except it's clear the Parisians had never been to New Orleans because they weren't donutty things but some sort of seafood thing but extremely tasty. My frickin' stomach didn't object to that. I think I need to go back to Paris. But I've promised myself south of the Equator this year. Decisions, decisions.

I have a Twitter account. Why, I have no earthly idea. Apparently people stalk me using it. I've never even looked at Facebook. I did look at my MySpace - once - for a couple of minutes - a few years ago. My social tolerance is very limited. And on another, petty note: (WARNING: I am snickering at one Adam Lambert). Mr. Lambert's album, which dropped this week, sold 198,466 copies. That's with an AMA appearance, "street cred" out the wazoo, everyone (including him) declaring him the coolest thing EVAH, critically acclaimed, RCA golden boy, yadda, yadda, yadda. One Mr. Clay Aiken, with ATDW, noisily panned by many his own fans (some of which are currently in love with Mr. Lambert's current output), no award show recognition, couldn't define "street cred" if they spotted him two words, held up as a poster boy for "not cool", critically savaged, apparently RCA's red-headed (or red-headed at some point) step child, yadda, yadda, yadda, dropped 211,234 in it's first week. Hmmm. Works for me! happily cabbage patches around I did say, petty, right? cabbage patches some more It's not like I compared apples to apples - Clay's debut vs. Adam's debut, now it is? tosses in a little funky chicken just because Now one Ms. Susan Boyle (who's musical stylings I also dislike, but doesn't seem to be an ass) dropped 770,779. So somebody is buying CDs. At least half a million more somebodies. does the funky penquin for Susan - because I can!

I don't WANNA be an Ox! I wanna be a Tiger or Dragon or something!

Out of all the ones left, I only like Brian, who appears to be sweeter than sugar, especially when compared to just about every other pain in the ass left. I can't STAND the brothers (Shut up! No, you SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!) They are lucky I wasn't there with a convenient wall and machine gun - shutting up would no longer be a problem. Miss America had better be given Brian the ride of his life on a daily basis because there are now thousands of women who see a sweetheart shackled to a bitch and would like to rectify the situation. The blond Bobbsey twins - can Cheyne get some sort of genital implant? Because I swear, he has neither testicles nor ovaries.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! The joys of being basically single: I'm going to be grazing at all my sisters' and cousins' and aunties' and friends' houses within a 30 mile radius! No cooking for me, just eating! Yay!