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Wednesday, December 13, 2006Techno-tardI want to say "thanks" to everyone who has sent a comment about one of my posts. I'd like to respond to each one, but I'm embarrassed to say I don't know how. I am completely techno-tarded. You have no idea what it took to figure out how to publish these posts. I did write many more, actually. Sent them into cyberspace, but they never materialized on my blog. I have no idea what happened to them. Perhaps they are appearing on a website in some alternate universe. The one where I'm growing younger and thinner each day, and have some chance in hell of figuring out how to use the Quick-Cook features on the microwave, and how to text my vote in on American Idol. The other day I was watching the MTV Music Awards and I didn't know a single group on stage except for U2, who still don't get that they're old. Yes, OLD. Just like me! I'm old, and I'm going to OWN IT! I can't even pretend I'm not middle-aged anymore. I mean, with the way I partied in college, I was probably technically middle-aged when I hit 27. But hey, I'm rolling with it. Sure, it sucks to need a steel-reinforced bra just to keep your breasts out of your waistband. But on the other hand, I'm also able to leave the house in a pair of sweats and a wrinkled tee-shirt now that I know absolutely no one will give me a second glance. Guess there's an upside to everything, right? posted by Donna Birdsell at 8:18 PM 0 comments Monday, December 04, 2006I got chills, they're multiplyin'...Okay, are you ready for "You're the One that I Want"? You know! That new reality show in which WE, THE VIEWING PUBLIC, get to pick the next Danny and Sandy for a Broadway revival of "GREASE"!!! No, I am not making this up! This may be too big a responsibility for us. We must take it very seriously. I've never seen a live production of "Grease," but the 1978 movie is one of my all-time favorites. I must have seen it seven hundred times, the first time when I was twelve. (Okay, I don't know what my mother was thinking with that one. Although most of it went over my head. In fact, I just recently found out what the deal was with the Saran Wrap in the "Greased Lightning" scene.) But I love, love, love John Travolta. I can't help it. With the exception of Swordfish and Battlefield Earth, I've seen most of his movies numerous times, including The Experts, and Two of a Kind, and even Perfect. (Yes, Perfect.) I know he's into Scientology and believes in aliens and past lives, but hey, I've dated stranger men. One of them threw sardines and Al Stewart albums at the building across the alley from his apartment, and wrote hate mail to Wilford Brimley. Jeff Conaway, who played Kenickie, was pretty hot, too. Unfortunately, he now looks like he drinks his breakfast and looks frighteningly like Keith Richards, but back in the day he looked good in those Levi's. And when he said to Rizzo, "I'll make an honest woman of ya," well, that's romance. I even had a brief obsession with Doody. Hey, back off. I liked the hair. But the best part is the songs. "Summer Nights," "Beauty School Dropout," and "There are Worse Things I Could Do." And my all-time favorite, "Summer Nights." I can hear it now... Bump. Ba dump. Ba dump. Ba dah dah dah dump. Bah dump... Oh, yeah. I got chills, they're multiplyin'.... posted by Donna Birdsell at 7:11 PM 0 comments Previous Posts:
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