Overthunk

I have spent all weekend listening to The Killers and Hot Hot Heat, with a light dusting of Rihanna (featuring Jay-Z). Wow. I am closer to 40 than any of the ages of any of these people in these bands. I couldn't give less of a shit about being hip, I just think I was emo when emo wasn't cool. That doesn't explain my affection for the hook in that "Umbrella" song, however. Also, go Amy Winehouse. Regardless of her plethora of problems, she is deserving of recognition just for having the guts to do what she has done musically. And with eyeliner. ----------------------------- I got soul, but I'm not a soldier. -- B. Flowers

I don't know if everyone's family is like this, but when I go and continue to go to family gatherings over a period of years, there is an expected level of prosperity that one is expected to attain and exhibit. After any given holiday, the judgment of the family may change depending upon the success or failure of attaining certain life goals. A representative slice of my own family-judged prosperity can be seen above. While I clearly excel at some areas, others are deeply in need of improvement. All I can do is continue to try to meet these family prosperity goals, I suppose. Or not. After all, my own graph would look something like this: So I reckon I'm doing alright. ------------------------------------------ I've been tripping from sipping the dripping dirty water tap I've been thinking of drinking too many drinks all by myself -- Hot Hot Heat ("Bandages")