Thursday, September 08, 2005

grown-up girl toys. or the dorkiest, most blurry photo essay ever. Well, I finally did it. I saved for something forever, I babbled about something forever, I planned for something forever...and I got it. I can't even begin to pretend I need it, but I have it. That's right. MegPod lives. Note how my hand appears designed to grasp it. I bought it on Sunday in a fit of consumeristic, music-lusting desire, but I'd been planning for it for a while. It took some time to actually secure a 4GB (I don't need that much space, and I'm not some rich chick...) Silver (rare in these parts -- and I couldn't bring myself to own a pink, blue or green one, so I had to do some calling around...) iPod mini. Woohoo! And then a day or so later, Apple comes out with this. Jerks. But that's okay -- I love that I no longer possess the latest and greatest thing. That's never been the kind of girl I am, except in the heady world of lipgloss. I can deal with being obsolete, as long as I can dance. And I know full well what a ridiculous and unmerited luxury it is anyhow. I don't own much, but I must say that this particular girltoy seems appropriate for me as far as foolish indulgences go. I'll deal with my guilt in a week or so. Or -- knowing me -- tomorrow. Sigh. But for now, I never realized how chill my life would be if I could carry my soundtrack for living someplace other than in my head. I mean, I thought I knew, but I didn't know. Why, just today, I plucked my eyebrows while listening to Bebel Gilberto. I got my morning coffee to Wilco. I hammered out drafts to The Shins. Nick Drake made my can of V-8 more enjoyable. I shook it to a little Musiq at the photocopier. I actually heard Lou Reed crooning 'Walk on the Wild Side' when I walked by a lingerie store. I sauntered to the grocery store with Thievery Corp. I had tea on the deck with Jason Mraz. I sat next to a really scary man on the bus and felt even more creepy because I was listening to Radiohead. But the ride home was way better sitting next to someone's grandma and rocking out to Pearl Jam. It was even more perfect when I thought about how Eddie named the band! And -- here's the best one -- I folded my laundry to KISS. Rock and roll all night, indeed. It's so freaking fun, I can't even believe it. The only embarassing moment came in Starbucks at the end of the day. They always play jazz at the 'Bucks -- they want to make their store and their staff appear cerebral and cultural, but mostly it's just really obvious boomer marketing. I walked in with Chet Baker on the iPod, singing 'Everything Happens to Me'. Somehow, I convinced myself that it was not the iPod warbling at me, but the store sound system. So I started singing along. Yeah. See, even cool technology doesn't make me less of a geek. I don't care -- I'm just enjoying some Compay Segundo as I type... Mmmmm! 11:14:01 PM    build me up, buttercup... [] the dark side of meggle. Today, I think I had the weirdest group of referers that I've ever had. Granted, I ALWAYS have weird ones. That's just how it is. But today was fairly spectacular in terms of keyword searches. For those of you that don't know, my referers are the ways that people find me: links on other sites, through the rankings on Salon, through an email they received, through the updated blogs list, or through a Google or Yahoo or AOL search. It's the searches that yield the humour. I can't believe -- well, I can, but still -- some of the stuff people look for, and then click on my site. Some of them must be totally disappointed, while I desperately wish some of them actually found what they were looking for on my blog. I'd be much more cool then. But a sampling from today of things people searched for, and Google sent them to my blog: Tawny Kitaen today (Poor Chuck Finley couldn't handle her like Whitesnake could...) don' make me put cheese on your cracker (dassrite!) symbolism of the goldfish (I want to know that, too!) "how to do the worm" (I should do a video) soda ballet flats (I think it's a brand, or maybe a town in nebraska?) my hands small compared to hers (nuh-uh, mine are smaller) gummy worm latin (gummitus wormus?) spastic girl dance (well...not spastic per se....more free-flowing) subzero pansy (I hope that's a band name...) history of bubble skirt (Ugh. It should be forgotten!) jennifer grey nose job (Never been the same..) "replacement bowling pins" (I wish I had some for you. We did bowl in our hallway with rolls of paper towel and a head of lettuce in a Ziploc...) ty pennington cries (for all of us) Seriously -- thanks for coming to BlogCabin, but what the heck? 9:35:47 PM    build me up, buttercup... []

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