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(If this seems rushed or has lots of mistakes, it's because, well, it is rushed. We've got thunder and lightning and I'm racing it so I don't get my ass fried.)

Jeez, tonight was Jimmy Fallon's final SNL episode. Now Weekend Update is going to go back to sucking. Why the hell would I want to watch a show without any cute guys on it? Well actually, Tina Fey is pretty awesome, though. I look like her, only not as hot (because let's be honest: she is); just in style, I mean, the hair and glasses and "smart girl" look. ^_^ But I think she will be sad without Jimmy, and so Weekend Update (sometimes the only good thing on the show) is going to be depressing now.

Next week, though, on SNL they're doing the best of Christopher Walken. Oooh, suhweet.

Well you know, I managed to get a lot of stuff done today. I mean, I went stress shopping shopping for some stuff I needed, and then I also bought some stuff for the yard and garden kinda thing, and did loads of yardwork with a bunch of heavy lifting and all. It got some things off my mind. Also last night, I was so depressed and angry that I stole a really heavy stone turtle fountain out of the yard of a house that's been empty for over twenty years. Or at least my aunt told me that the house had been empty, and no one had ever noticed the cute turtle fountain and it was sitting there under a bunch of weeds looking kind of sad, so I stole it. And today, I put it in my yard and it looks cute.

It wasn't until around 8 PM when I had some downtime that I started thinking about how I was missing what must be a fantastic ho'ike, and I wondered if Kumu Mark would go up and perform, too. I'm so tempted to write to the Hula group and ask if anyone knows what's going on, what they're doing, anything like that, but mostly I don't want to know. Not yet, anyway. I think if I knew now, while it was still going on, I'll feel worse about missing it.

Gosh, I'm so down today. I guess I've been really down for a few months, and I'm really sorry for that, friends and constant readers. I couldn't have been much fun to read. But thank you, everyone who commented yesterday with such nice and supportive things to say. I will try to be more cheerful, not because this is a public blog and I want to force a lot of sunshine up everyone's ass, but because it's no good to be sad for so long, healthwise, I mean.

So, onwards.

I've noticed that, when I have one of my Flavor Of The Week obsessions--especially when they come on fast and hard like this--they lead me to other fascinations, like how last year's POTC obsession led to Geoffrey Rush, which led to Quills, which led to Joaquin Phoenix. (Yes, that is how that happened.) And sometimes they lead me back to an old one or two. Like Nick Lea getting me back into X Files after so long and so forth. Well, this Flavor of the Week, Jimmy Fallon, led me to downloading massive MBs of SNL clips. Which led me to the brilliant "Barry Gibb Talk Show" parody, which I watch about ten times a day. Which in turn, believe it or not, reminded me of how much I loved the actual Bee Gees when I was a kid. While my favorite songwriter back then was John Lennon, the Bee Gees were probably second in line for me. They were actually a really good band. ("Were! Don't you ever talk to me like that again! I'm Barry Gibb...! And I will put you in the grooooooouuund! Aaaagh!")

I've got all of these childhood memories that are hardwired in my brain with certain songs. "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds" as I looked over my desk and out my second floor bedroom window into a yard that used to look so huge to me. I remember I thought they were singing "Lucy in the sky would die" and thinking it was kind of scary, but kind of exciting, for some reason. It was before I started kindergarten, so I had to be four or younger. And the song "Summer Breeze" reminds me of looking out my Mom's and Dad's kitchen window, and I know it was before the pool was there, but they must have been talking about it, because I think I was trying to picture it. I seem to remember that I thought I'd be able to jump out of the window and right into the pool. That song was on the radio in the kitchen--this wall-mounted intercom/radio gadget that is still there--and it was Spring and everything was green and there really was a breeze and I was looking forward to summer. I thought he was singing, "blowing through the castles in my mind," which I thought was so cool, because I had castles in my mind, too.

Well, The Bee Gees' song "Stayin' Alive" was one of my favorite songs, and in the late 70's or early 80's, the whole family went on a trip to Six Flags Great Adventure. There was some sort of outdoors disco dance tent or something, and my cousin Dara, who was older than I was and wore makeup, took me there and taught me cool disco dance moves. I idolized her. She was a full-on teenager who had actually gone dancing, so I knew that she knew what she was doing! And I was just amazed, and awkward, and scared, and thrilled.

Plus, I mean, they did the song for "Grease," right, and how cool was that?

Then, in the early 80's, I swear, the Bee Gees had this movie where they did all Beatles songs (this caused a lot of confusion in my already muddled and music-addled brain,) and I think they even acted in it. I can't find the damned thing anywhere or remember what it was called, but I watched it on Spotlight almost every week, so I know it exists. I don't remember much of it, but that at the end these evil people had tied a girl up to a big dollar sign and chanted, "We hate love! We love hate! We love money!" and then she fell and died. (And everytime before Spotlight played the movie, they would play this animated short about two sets of lips that fell in love, and then the girl lips...what, drowned or something?) I'm thinking that Barry Gibb was actually in this movie, and I'm thinking that I had some kind of crush on him for it, too. But it's not on IMDB. I wonder if I could google it. Gah, there was something about a scene by a pond or river or something! It's going to drive me crazy!

Or maybe I hallucinated all twelve times or however many times I saw these things.

So in other news, freaking my whole family already has me married off to this guy I haven't even met yet. Even my young cousin Spencer. No sooner had I said Dark Horse's name, than Spencer is wigging out over the phone at me, going, "Oh my god, you're going to marry this guy, I know it." Spencer, who never has anything to say about anyone I meet or date or anything.

Whoa, let's just back up, here. He seems nice, and he's cute and smart and very, very funny. But I'm not one of those chicks who needs to be in a relationship to feel validated, I'm more like, if it happens, yay. As long as it doesn't get in the way of my, you know, self. ;)

So, to wrap that up, and to keep in the theme of the Flavor of the Month, and as a tribute to Jimmy Fallon's last SNL show, I'm closing this blog update with a relevant quote:

"I can't marry you. I just got Playstation 2, it's very time consuming." - Jimmy Fallon to Rachel Dratch, 11/4/00

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(If this seems rushed or has lots of mistakes, it's because, well, it is rushed. We've got thunder and lightning and I'm racing it so I don't get my ass fried.)

Jeez, tonight was Jimmy Fallon's final SNL episode. Now Weekend Update is going to go back to sucking. Why the hell would I want to watch a show without any cute guys on it? Well actually, Tina Fey is pretty awesome, though. I look like her, only not as hot (because let's be honest: she is); just in style, I mean, the hair and glasses and "smart girl" look. ^_^ But I think she will be sad without Jimmy, and so Weekend Update (sometimes the only good thing on the show) is going to be depressing now.

Next week, though, on SNL they're doing the best of Christopher Walken. Oooh, suhweet.

Well you know, I managed to get a lot of stuff done today. I mean, I went stress shopping shopping for some stuff I needed, and then I also bought some stuff for the yard and garden kinda thing, and did loads of yardwork with a bunch of heavy lifting and all. It got some things off my mind. Also last night, I was so depressed and angry that I stole a really heavy stone turtle fountain out of the yard of a house that's been empty for over twenty years. Or at least my aunt told me that the house had been empty, and no one had ever noticed the cute turtle fountain and it was sitting there under a bunch of weeds looking kind of sad, so I stole it. And today, I put it in my yard and it looks cute.

It wasn't until around 8 PM when I had some downtime that I started thinking about how I was missing what must be a fantastic ho'ike, and I wondered if Kumu Mark would go up and perform, too. I'm so tempted to write to the Hula group and ask if anyone knows what's going on, what they're doing, anything like that, but mostly I don't want to know. Not yet, anyway. I think if I knew now, while it was still going on, I'll feel worse about missing it.

Gosh, I'm so down today. I guess I've been really down for a few months, and I'm really sorry for that, friends and constant readers. I couldn't have been much fun to read. But thank you, everyone who commented yesterday with such nice and supportive things to say. I will try to be more cheerful, not because this is a public blog and I want to force a lot of sunshine up everyone's ass, but because it's no good to be sad for so long, healthwise, I mean.

So, onwards.

I've noticed that, when I have one of my Flavor Of The Week obsessions--especially when they come on fast and hard like this--they lead me to other fascinations, like how last year's POTC obsession led to Geoffrey Rush, which led to Quills, which led to Joaquin Phoenix. (Yes, that is how that happened.) And sometimes they lead me back to an old one or two. Like Nick Lea getting me back into X Files after so long and so forth. Well, this Flavor of the Week, Jimmy Fallon, led me to downloading massive MBs of SNL clips. Which led me to the brilliant "Barry Gibb Talk Show" parody, which I watch about ten times a day. Which in turn, believe it or not, reminded me of how much I loved the actual Bee Gees when I was a kid. While my favorite songwriter back then was John Lennon, the Bee Gees were probably second in line for me. They were actually a really good band. ("Were! Don't you ever talk to me like that again! I'm Barry Gibb...! And I will put you in the grooooooouuund! Aaaagh!")

I've got all of these childhood memories that are hardwired in my brain with certain songs. "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds" as I looked over my desk and out my second floor bedroom window into a yard that used to look so huge to me. I remember I thought they were singing "Lucy in the sky would die" and thinking it was kind of scary, but kind of exciting, for some reason. It was before I started kindergarten, so I had to be four or younger. And the song "Summer Breeze" reminds me of looking out my Mom's and Dad's kitchen window, and I know it was before the pool was there, but they must have been talking about it, because I think I was trying to picture it. I seem to remember that I thought I'd be able to jump out of the window and right into the pool. That song was on the radio in the kitchen--this wall-mounted intercom/radio gadget that is still there--and it was Spring and everything was green and there really was a breeze and I was looking forward to summer. I thought he was singing, "blowing through the castles in my mind," which I thought was so cool, because I had castles in my mind, too.

Well, The Bee Gees' song "Stayin' Alive" was one of my favorite songs, and in the late 70's or early 80's, the whole family went on a trip to Six Flags Great Adventure. There was some sort of outdoors disco dance tent or something, and my cousin Dara, who was older than I was and wore makeup, took me there and taught me cool disco dance moves. I idolized her. She was a full-on teenager who had actually gone dancing, so I knew that she knew what she was doing! And I was just amazed, and awkward, and scared, and thrilled.

Plus, I mean, they did the song for "Grease," right, and how cool was that?

Then, in the early 80's, I swear, the Bee Gees had this movie where they did all Beatles songs (this caused a lot of confusion in my already muddled and music-addled brain,) and I think they even acted in it. I can't find the damned thing anywhere or remember what it was called, but I watched it on Spotlight almost every week, so I know it exists. I don't remember much of it, but that at the end these evil people had tied a girl up to a big dollar sign and chanted, "We hate love! We love hate! We love money!" and then she fell and died. (And everytime before Spotlight played the movie, they would play this animated short about two sets of lips that fell in love, and then the girl lips...what, drowned or something?) I'm thinking that Barry Gibb was actually in this movie, and I'm thinking that I had some kind of crush on him for it, too. But it's not on IMDB. I wonder if I could google it. Gah, there was something about a scene by a pond or river or something! It's going to drive me crazy!

Or maybe I hallucinated all twelve times or however many times I saw these things.

So in other news, freaking my whole family already has me married off to this guy I haven't even met yet. Even my young cousin Spencer. No sooner had I said Dark Horse's name, than Spencer is wigging out over the phone at me, going, "Oh my god, you're going to marry this guy, I know it." Spencer, who never has anything to say about anyone I meet or date or anything.

Whoa, let's just back up, here. He seems nice, and he's cute and smart and very, very funny. But I'm not one of those chicks who needs to be in a relationship to feel validated, I'm more like, if it happens, yay. As long as it doesn't get in the way of my, you know, self. ;)

So, to wrap that up, and to keep in the theme of the Flavor of the Month, and as a tribute to Jimmy Fallon's last SNL show, I'm closing this blog update with a relevant quote:

"I can't marry you. I just got Playstation 2, it's very time consuming." - Jimmy Fallon to Rachel Dratch, 11/4/00