The Special People Club

19) Viva Las Vegas : Elvis Presley One of my top five Elvis songs, this song is great for driving and getting ready early in the morning when you sleep through your alarm. And it reminds me of a great weekend I spent with Tom back in our golden years in the west. 20) Elvis Presley Blues: Gillian Welch I’m still going to get that folklore degree in Elvis. And this song explains why. 33) Kid About It: Elvis Costello & The Attractions One summer evening in 1982, I was watching the David Letterman show. Elvis Costello was one of the guests, and he sang “Man out of Time” and “Kid About It” and my permanent love affair with his music was born. This is still my favorite EC song from my favorite album.

Flaming Lips Intersting, complex, and totally rockin' band, with the good sense to select an equally excellent name.

13) Angie Baby: Helen Reddy This creepy song has fascinated me from childhood. The crazy girl is locked in her room and lures young men in with her dancing, then traps them in her radio. Much better than the one where there’s an adulterous double murder in Georgia .

1) Groove Is In the Heart: Deee-Lite This is your standard ass-thumping groove song to get things moving. When I lived in Seattle , my friends and I used to have dinner every Sunday night. We’d even invite strangers if we wanted to get to know them better. And when dinner was through, we’d put this song on and boogie something fierce while we washed the dishes.

It's here. Term 2. I am on my way out the door in about 10 minutes to meet my teammates Justin and Simon for a beer and quick review of our course prep for this week. Tomorrow at 8 we start with Project Management. I have my first test on Wednesday and we build a fake warehouse in a simulation exercise on Thursday. Don't you wish you were me? I just keep telling myself...riches and power, riches and power. Retirement income. Cool holidays with my friends and family. Financial security and a cool apartment. A dachshund to push down kiddie slides onto unsuspecting passers-by, and a dog walker to help me out when I'm at work. Tom and Georgie to keep house and cook for me. Five years from now, this will all be a memory and I'll be reaping benefits. But today I'd rather watch The Daily Show with Jon Stewart .

Somewhere to the west of me, there lives a smiley guy. He is probably about 50 (though with English aging that could mean he's actually 35,) and he and his wife go walking past my house regularly, probably on the way to the local pub or the one-stop for milk or something. And every single time he passes my window, he looks in to see what I'm doing. I'm not much of a drape puller. I'm never doing anything that neighbours shouldn't see, at least not in the living room. And I like the sunshine and the air, so I like the whole open-window, open-curtains thing. But smiley guy is going to change my policy. Seriously, on a Sunday that guy will look in at least six times in the course of the afternoon. And if he catches my eye he doesn't look away, he doesn't wave, he just continues to stare in my window. That ain't right. Go away, smiley guy.

Babyshambles Pete Doherty is bad on his own, but add this dumb name to a band and he needs to be destroyed. How do you think a name like that up? I am so not cool.

34) Just Like Betty Page: The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy “You have me, as far as I can see, roped and trussed just like dear Betty Page…” Either it’s kinky or sweet. But it’s definitely a Quirky Love Song.

23) Walk This Way: Run-DMC Ben once asked me to name my favorite song of all time. And while there are many artists and albums I prefer, if I’m honest this is actually it. There’s never a time I don’t want to hear it, I always sing along, and it makes me happy. I’m keen on both this and the original, but this one is my preferred version.

One month from today, I will be in my hometown in Iowa. I'm really looking forward to the trip. There is multi-faceted truth to the phrase, "Iowa is a great place to be FROM." Not pretending for a second that I enjoyed my childhood (or more specifically my teenage years,) in the midwestern heartland, but now that I am safely far away I miss it now and again. It's not just my family that I miss, it's the whole slow-paced, small town ethos. Here are just a few of the things I intend to do when I am in Iowa. Go for a run to the gravel pit each morning Ride bikes with KC in Lanesboro Eat Mexican food at Sabor Latino 2 Go to Walmart and buy toiletries. (I know this is evil, but I LOVE Walmart in Decorah. It's full of rednecks and Hasidim. How often do you get to see those folks mingle? Plus you can't buy Ban roll-on here) Buy corn from the back of a truck at the Kum and Go Sit on my folks' deck and read Yes Man and The Undercover Economist Beat my Mom

I totally believe that Rush Limbaugh would need Viagra for physiological reasons. But I just can't imagine the scenario where he'd actually have a reason to take it. Eeewww.

There is a new girl at work. She looks exactly like one of the pictures from "If They Mated." Her forehead is at least as big as the rest of her face, her eyes are wide-set and squinty, and her mouth is crooked. She seems like a nice kid, and I feel terrible that when I sit in meetings with her I can't concentrate because I'm trying to make sense of her facial proportions. She's not long-waisted, though, so she's not a total freak.

Today I am missing my friend Larry Aldrich. I have three of his woodcuts on the wall. They're from an alphabet block series he did about ten years ago. I have "T is for Trike," "E is for Effigy," and "D is for Dog." (Which should actually be titled "D is for terrifying-Dog-with-sharp-growly-teeth," but never mind.) I always arrange them to spell TED for some reason. Next time I hang them I think I'll mix them up and spell DTE. Larry and his partner, Will, live in West Seattle. He has dachshunds. He has tatoos about eating chicken soup with rice. He is a plant guru, and can make any plant I've been trying to kill grow like you wouldn't believe. Larry has the most memorable laugh I've ever heard. I never get to see him any more, what since I live 7000 miles away now. This is not good. Here are my two favourite Larry jokes: 1) Did you hear about the restaurant on the moon? Great food, no atmosphere. 2) So a horse walks into a

Okay, not ALL Canadians are creepy. In fact, most of them I quite like. But there are some weirdos wandering the Great White North, and they keep finding my site. First they were looking for the "hot granny legs." Now today, someone from Quebec is googling "torture chamber unsuitable for wheelchairs." Mind you, they did find my site from that search. But I just reported it. I didn't think it up.

There are like a hundred of them in my back garden. They're on the brick garden wall, the slab outside my door, the living room window, even on the little angel that sits on one of the wall supports. It's like I'm farming them. I wonder...are garden snails actually tasty or do they need to be cultivated in some formal manner? How does one cook a snail? Is it like a lobster that goes screaming into the water? Do you steam them like mussels? There's gotta be a use for the little rat bastards.

After stumbling upon the Top 10 Irish Artists at Ten the other night, I added VH1 classic to my favourites on my quick scan. I've taken to stopping regularly for shows like "The 80's at Eight" and "The Nineties at Nine." It's a sick and horrid fascination, really. I can't get enough of the shoulder pads and the big hair, not to mention that groovy synth keyboard and drum machine. It's actually been a bit of an insight into my aging soul. Tonight alone, I have come to the following realisations: 1) It's in the title....we dance like Wham!. We don't want to, but we do. Mind you, they weren't always the "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" boppers...just saw the "Young Guns" video, and they did a bit of thrashing in that one. But they're still not cool. Dancing like Wham! is not something we want to do. Better than spinning like Deadhead chicks, but still. Time to learn some new steps. 2) The Pet Shop Boys sucked.

This Saturday started off like any other. Got up, made coffee, sat and stared. Turned on the tv for Saturday Kitchen. Suddenly I heard a gusher outside. Thinking it was raining, I looked out the window wondering how something this powerful could just blow out of nowhere...I'd known it was overcast but it didn't look stormy. But it wasn't raining. Through the fog of morning, I remembered the last tenant, Amy, saying that one of the oddities of English plumbing involved water flowing into the garden from a pipe in the back wall near the roof. And I remembered Amy saying this was bad, but didn't remember the cause or what to do. Sure enough, it was like there was a hose on full blast pouring from the attic. Panic. Kat thought it was the hot water tank being too full, so we tried to drain the hot water. We did, but the water kept flowing. So she called her dad, and he explained that there is a tank in the loft that has a ball-apparatus (like a toilet tank) to keep the w

Canadians are still looking for some granny love, and now I've pissed off a bunch of Cypriots who are looking for information on their country. And people google "flight attendant" a lot.

One week from tomorrow I am back to school. I hate to admit that I'm looking forward to it, even though it's going to be shedloads of work. Here are the scintillating subjects I'll be discussing in the coming months: Project Management Macroeconomics Supply Chain and Logistics Strategic Management People Management Managing Information Technologies Financial Management You'll also get an earful of my learning team dynamics, of which I'm sure there will be many. One of my new teammates hugs me and showers me with kisses when he's drunk. Considering I sometimes flinch when my closest friends touch me, you can imagine how well this goes over. Oh, the fun we will have!

No, CPman, this is not an invitation to an all you can eat Crab Feast with a few delicious buttergarlicbiscuits on the side. This is what I resemble after a day in the English sun. It was our filming day for my Harry Potter movie today. The day started out with some threatening clouds and some wind, so we figured we were safe. None of us put on the sunscreen we normally would, what with the heavy cloud cover and all. The sky eventually cleared, but I guess we were pretty wrapped up in our scenes because we never noticed. So now my right arm is excessively burned, to the point that bending it is painful. My left arm is less so, but still a bit red. I have a red v on my chest and will have to make all my shirts match it for a few weeks. Anything too low cut will look silly now. Have you noticed that sunburned skin shows the wrinkles more? I need to moisturize tonight. I hope that these unsightly wrinkles go away and that I have not somehow entered the English aging time warp. I don&

Whilst flipping through channels tonight to avoid the Desperate Housewives finale and that bloody World Cup, I decided to stop for a little VH1. They're doing the top 10 Irish artists at 10. So I'm watching videos of Irish singers and bands while I blog and surf tonight. Here are the things I've learned thus far: Van Morrison is funny-looking. So is Bob Geldolf, though now that he's Sir Bob and has that air of philanthropic altruism about him he's pretty sexy. Sinead O'Connor looked better without hair. She's a pretty girl, though, and unlike that Shania Twain she doesn't wear too much makeup or dress like a prostitute. U2 have aged a lot. And Bono's put on weight but gotten a better haircut. And the Edge looks really bored in the video for Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For . And Tim Park really did look like Adam Clayton in college. But he kind of looked like Larry Mullen, Jr., too. (I know, Mark. Any woman with hormones and al

Flight attendants can make or break your flying experience, so be very nice to them. If they approach you with conversational overtures, make small talk and tell them how excited you are to be going to their home country. Don't mention their clown-like makeup or their crazy-blonde-hair-with-black-roots that looks like they've been doing somersaults in a vat of rubber balloons. If they like you, your seat pocket will look like this: And that was just the first round. They might even invite you to their house for a barbecue. But if they ask for your phone number don't give it to them. They will actually call you to see when you're coming over.

This is the view from my lanai last weekend. I looked at it a lot, most of the time while dancing to tunes on my iPod. I distinctly remember a raucous boogie to Soul City by SCOTS and a bit of jamming to Weapon of Choice when I tried to do a Christopher Walkin off one of the chairs. I decided it was best not to, though, as I would likely have thrown myself from the balcony by accident and that's never a good idea. Safety first, I always say. So I switched to some Barry White to tone it down a bit.

I'm her Gay BBF. I have incredible power over her. - From Notorious with Tori Spelling CPman reminded me of this tonight while we were doing a little friendly cyberstalking, and I remembered I that I don't think I ever posted this link that my friend Tim sent me awhile ago.

I caught you a delicious bass. Wanna play me? That Napoleon, he's a smoothie.

I no longer look like a hillbilly. This morning, the handyman showed up around eight and trimmed the roses so he could remove it. We now have highly pruned bushes instead. Hoping that the hedgehog isn't going to move to greener pastures. Oh. And in a delightful twist of post-modern fate, my handyman's name is actually Andy. He's not as charming as our friend from BBC America, but he lets me call him Handy Andy anyway so I'll settle for that.

For you Americans, there is a thing happening in Germany right now called the World Cup. It's like the Olympics, except it's all about football. (That's what you colonists call "soccer," FYI.) Everywhere else in the world, people are riveted to their televisions watching it. (You might be able to find it on your cable or satellite tv channels somewhere in the high 200's.) So sorry. I condescend. It's my new thing. I'm going to try out being an arrogant expat. I've decided that I'm adapting an "I'm cooler than you" tone from this point forward when I speak of my life abroad. It will make it less noticeable when I say things like "tinned to-mah-tos, " "put it in the bin," or "bloody hell." Because I'm bracing myself for the heaploads of poo you'll be shoveling my way about my Iowan-via-London accent when I'm home next month. Back to the World Cup. These people are NUTS. Everything stops

When you're a half an hour into a four hour flight and you see this: it's best to feign sleep, preferably with an eye mask so that it won't see your eyes flicker. But whatever you do, do NOT make eye contact, smile, or say anything that sounds like "peekaboo."

On the plane back from Cyprus, my friend Mel was sitting next to a guy who had a scary Cypriot granny in front of him. She had preternatural red hair and was a seat recliner, taking up as much personal space on the crowded plane as she possibly could. It started when the guy next to Mel accidentally bumped her seatback when he was putting his dinner tray on his lap. The granny turned around and glared. He smiled a little apology, but when he went to remove the tray he bumped her again. This resulted in prolonged glaring. But when he inadvertently pushed on the seatback as he was getting up to use the toilet, the granny sat up, glared, and did some sort of spitting/hissing thing and said something that sounded awful in Greek. We hope he had a safe ride home. And if not, perhaps I should take Evil Eye lessons and begin using them instead of diplomacy when dealing with our Office Satan. (Today it got made at us when we challenged a budget that was too low. It was practically like watching

You see a lot of this on the beaches there. I'll do a proper entry soon.

I have a hedgehog . This is proof that I now live in Europe. Because if I lived in Minneapolis, the only hedgehog I could have is one from a pet store. But I have one living in my garden. This is what a hedgehog looks like. I'm adding this picture so that you will know, as you probably live in America and have never seen one. But I, I live in EUROPE, so I see them every day now. They're like foxes and pheasants. Everywhere you look, there's one popping out of a shrub. Ho hum. My hedgehog is quite useful. He eats grubs and insects and other pests. I think he's actually here to take care of my spider problem, which is fine by me. I have a snail invasion right now, too, and so I think he might be feasting on l'escargot for special occasions. I would leave a little dish of garlic butter out for him, but hedgehogs are lactose intolerant. And since they suffer from cancer and fatty liver disease, I wouldn't want to contribute by feeding him bad things. Hedgehogs m

It's the one where they go to London , Homer rear-ends the Queen, and he gets put in the Tower of London as a prisoner.

How about them Bushies. If it's not the President making fun of blind guys , it's Barty and the Snowster making their own Stooges movie.

My Site Meter tells me how many of you are visiting my blog each day, when you visit, how you find me, and roughly where my visitors come from. (I don't know who you are, though, as I don't subscribe to the service that gives me that detail.) This week my site meter is telling me that Canadians are pervy for old ladies. Five, yes FIVE Canadians (primarily Ottawa and Toronto-based ones, FYI) have googled some version of "hot, sexy granny legs" and found my site. I fear they were disappointed. So I've decided to throw them a bone.... What? That wasn't what you were looking for? Sorry. My bad. (By the way, can I just say that it's unbelievable what people will put on the internet? Note to self: when using Google images, be very careful what you ask for. Pleh.)

As many of you know, mormon-watching is one of my hobbies. My friend Tom and I have visited many a Mormon temple and chatted with the visitor centre guides. We've sat through the 20-foot Jesus telling us the story of the Book of Mormon. We've toured the complex in Salt Lake City, we've researched the celestial underpants, and Tom has even toured a temple before it was sealed and consecrated. In fact, I think he's toured two of them. We've even joked about joining up so we can get on the inside and see how kooky it really is. (There are lots of things you just can't do if you're not actually Mormon.) Many of you have found this a strange hobby, and dismissed it as one of the oddities that no one but Tom and Mindy really understand. Well, HBO understands. And they created Big Love to feed our need for the oddest of the odd in the Mormon world. To be fair, this is NOT about your standard LDS Mormons who lead normal lives (except for that marrying their dead

One of my latest blogfinds is Lean Left. The writer is witty, smart, and makes some fine points. Here's where he said what I'm thinking about this whole gay marriage hullabaloo. Oh. And another good blogfind through my friend Tom is The Official Site of Grant Miller . He cracks me up. He reminds me of my friend Larry Aldrich for some reason. Not sure why. Here's a link to h is gay marriage post . I'm adding him to the right, as Tom says I get a pony if I do. I wonder if that includes shipping?

I know that many of you have discovered Gordon Ramsey and the wonders of GR's Kitchen Nightmares . We're years ahead of you in our Gordon worship. Our new fix starts next week. Tune in for updates on The F Word . I'm sure he'll use it a lot.

It's been a relaxing couple of weeks. Without school pressures, I've been slowly catching up on the things that I've meant to do in the last few months. I won't get it all done before the next session starts, but I have a lot of time after that to do some of my to-dos, as well. The builder finally showed up to fix my oven (broken since Easter) and replace my hob (the stovetop thing.) This meant I could finally unpack my better pans and bin the non-stick ones that had coating flaking off, as the new hob won't warp my pans with its extra hot burners. The trellis out front, which I had propped up to prevent looking like a hillbilly, has now fallen again and won't prop anymore. The nice man is going to have to come back to fix that now. Saw The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants this weekend, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Also watched The Sure Thing , which I also enjoyed though it's a pretty stupid movie I wouldn't like if I didn't remember it from c

John Bolton always looks like he's about to belch in photographs.

Everywhere you look these days someone is saying that Ann Coulter is evil. Unless, of course, you listen only to people in the Bush administration, in which case they're saying the truth hurts. Give me a break. It's mean-spirited nasty crap said to rally the base and to polarise the nation, and everyone who's ever supported her is responsible for this. And they're just as evil as she is if they don't stand up for what's right here. I want to hear someone affiliated with the Bush or Cheney camps say that she's well out of line. I want to hear them say that she's a sensationalising nitwit, and they disagree totally with what she's saying. Members of Congress don't count on this one...they've already flown the Bush coop in hopes of winning their campaigns in November. I want George Bush, Dick Cheney, or someone directly affiliated with them to say that Ann Coulter does not speak for them. I want to hear them apologise on her behalf, and tell t

We're doing a team building at work for our July annual meeting, and it's a doozie. We're having a film festival. They've divided the company up into 10 teams, and assigned us each a movie. Our task is to create a 5 minute film version of our designated blockbuster hit. I've been selected to direct Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire . I haven't seen this one yet, so I need to spend time in the next few days watching it and deciding what scenes will help me get the point across. There are nine of us on the team and we have to find time in the next few weeks to script, storyboard, cast, rehearse, and film an hour of footage, and then after my week of grad school in early July I spend a day in the editing room taking our best takes and adding special effects, credits, etc. I have no idea how to start. Do you? Please email me with creative thoughts/wishes. I need all the help I can get. In the meantime, I keep watching these for inspiration.

Yesterday was the dawn of a new age, one that was a long time coming, and that was welcomed with a mighty huzzah! It started out not so great. The neighbours were in the back garden working pretty early in the day, blaring bad 70's and 80's pop through their open windows. How bad, you ask? I'm talking Never-Been-To-Me, Billy-Don't-Be-A-Hero, Lady-In-Red bad. And it was made worse by the increasingly inebriated men singing along. "Alack and alas, woe is me," I was thinking. But then I looked outside. Colonel Bogey's cage was being dismantled. The Parrot is G-O-N-E gone. HOORAY!

I've encountered the same grammar error three times today, so as a public service announcement I thought I'd do a little refresher session for my readers to be sure you won't inadvertently make the same mistake when you're out in the world. Then vs. Than..... "Then" is an adjective or adverb, and indicates time, sequence, or consequence. It can also be a noun, but that's not when most people misuse it. "Than" is a conjunction that functions either as a comparative between two adjectives/adverbs or to indicate preference. It can actually be used as a preposition, as well. Used in a sentence: If you have bad grammar, then people will think you're a moron. I'd rather be respected than considered an idiot. Try reversing them: If you have bad grammar, than people will think you're a moron. I'd rather be respected then considered an idiot. The first sentence doesn't change meaning so much as it proves my point. The second

I love English Grannies. I see them when I'm in villages usually. They're walking to the shops. They're working in their gardens. They're tending the local church or rolling a cartful of veg back from the allotments. They stop and look at you as you drive/walk past. For instance, today I was driving to school to drop off my paper, and on my way I passed a covey of Grannies clustered outside a little pub in North Crawley, talking about something very important I'm sure. There seems to be an official English Granny uniform. It is anchored by a cotton blouse with a lace collar, a knife pleat skirt (usually plaid) that falls sensibly below the knee so one needn't cross one's legs when sitting, support hose in serviceable beige, and a pair of sturdy brown oxford shoes, usually with a boxy, separate heel. The rest of the ensemble varies depending upon the purpose. If they're at church giving tours to people who drop by to look at the Norman architecture, th