iPod Wins Again!

Also, a few days ago, the following songs came up in order on my iPod, much to my delight:

Hey Baby, Northwestern University "Wildcat" Marching Band
The Hands That Built America, U2
Elephant Love Medley, Moulin Rouge Soundtrack
Paint it Black, Rolling Stones
Here It Goes Again, OK Go
I, Don Quixote, Man of La Mancha
Find Your Grail, Monty Python's Spamalot
Smoke, Ben Folds Five
Crimson + Gold, Carla Werner
The Long Day is Over, Norah Jones
One Angry Dwarf and 100 Solemn Faces, Ben Folds
The Pony Soldiers, NFL Films
Look Down, Les Miserables
Desire, U2
Heavy, Collective Soul
Tusk, Fleetwood Mac

At the time, this seemed very portentous. Now, I can't remember the connections. In any event, it's rare that I get through 16 songs on shuffle without skipping through stuff. I think the crossword/sudoku probably helped with that, along with me occasionally going "Hm, this really encapsulates how I feel right now," and then not paying attention again. As evidenced by the fact that I felt like "The Long Day is Over," "One Angry Dwarf..." and then the NFL. So, perhaps that theory's bunk. Also interesting is that I have a surprising amount of songs from musicals (we'll count Moulin Rouge in that category) on this list.

So, there's that. Good for you, iPod.

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Nothing Since March 19? Really?

Okay, so I think we can all agree that I've been remiss in doing anything other than make fun of arena football teams that haven't stepped on an indoor field since before I could drive, but certainly something amusing has passed through my head, right?

Checking my handy-dandy little notebook, apparently... I dislike my Mortgage Banking Overlords, for whom I will have to suffer through some sales workshop that has no bearing on my actual life next week. (Look forward to that, though I may avoid it, no matter what the chance for humor.) Oh, I watched the pilot episode of The Riches, which I rather liked. Even if Minnie Driver is the creepiest of the creepy when all strung-out. But Eddie Izzard is enjoyable, and I will steal his humor (he's British, so I suppose it's "humour") when it suits my fancy. And the daughter is good-looking and not a bad actress. (And not freakily-young, so no worries there.)

I also found out via Deadspin comments that John Spencer allegedly was a jerk to crew members, and made people cry. This bothers me deeply, but I can still want to be as skilled as John Spencer, and be nice to people. So, whatever. Also, a Google search on "John Spencer makes people cry" doesn't come up with anything. So, I'm going to file that under "L" for "Lies, lies! Why do you lie? What makes you lie?!?"

On the 21st, at 1:09 AM, apparently something happened that caused me to write the following:

iTunes Knows!
-Cecilia, Simon and Garfunkel
-Mr. Jones, Counting Crows
-Sheep Go to Heaven, Cake

So, that's cryptic. Not 100% sure what iTunes knew, because I can't remember what I was thinking about at the time, but iTunes in interestingly predictive...

I briefly considered taking the LSAT or applying to the CIA, but for the wrong reasons...

John Dixon looks like a young Dick Van Dyke, of which I'm envious, because I wish I was a young Dick Van Dyke...

That came up, because I'm understudying John for Dog & Pony's production of Noah Haidle's Mr. Marmalade at the Storefront Theater at/in/part of Gallery 37 downtown. So, that's going on. That and Kafka's The Castle, with the Right Brain Project, which opens at the Trapdoor Theatre on May 10.

The rest of my notes are my expenses and stuff. So, I guess I've been a little consumed with Mr. Marmalade and The Castle, and my Profiles Theatre class wrapping up. Kim had a going-away party last weekend that was delightful, and we'll miss her terribly. She'll be in Japan, teaching English for a year. Which is an excellent excuse to bring up this historical Conversation That Actually Happened, circa Spring 2001:

Why is she going there? [Ed. note - Prague, I think]
To teach English to people who don't know it.
For good?
No, for evil.

This has been another installment of Conversations That Actually Happened Theater. Good day.

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Very Funny, iPod

Yes, it's hilarious that it's 7,000 degrees below zero, and your shuffle feature has just cued up "Too Darn Hot." Cole Porter, you wily sonofabitch, you orchestrated this scenario from beyond the grave, haven't you? You and Ella both, and I'm sure it's a real thigh-slapper for you. My sneezes freeze as they exit my orifices, forming deadly jet-powered lances of grossness to slice through pedestrians on Michigan Avenue, but jazzily, in my ears, it is proclaimed that it's "too darn hot." Over. And over. Again. Because there are no other lyrics to that song.

Okay, mathematically, it's only 23% of the song that involves those words. I've done the math. But it seems like more.

Whatever. I'm cuing up "It Certainly Sucks to Die of Exposure" next.

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My Life Has a Musical Score

The most delightful thing in the history of delightful things happened yesterday.

I was pfutzing with my iPod in the elevator, unsatisfied with anything that came up on shuffle, until immediately before the doors opened. I looked up as the elevator slowed down, and hit skip song. As the doors opened, Take Five was cued up, completely by accident. I strode off through the Christmas-ified lobby, and out into the rainy Chicago night. Opening my umbrella and wandering to my car in the Quigley lot became quite the cinematic epxerience.

So, thank you, Mr. Nano, for paying attention to how I would like my life to be scored. I now want to be involved in a heist film/television show.

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