Back at my folks’s house, watching some channel called Fuse. It’s music videos. It’s OK.

Made good time on the drive again today, only saw two car crashes, got a trucker’s tan on my left arm, listened to Al Franken’s “Oh, The Things I Know” on CD. I think I’ll make that a habit — listening to books on tape during the drive. What the hell else am I going to do for eight hours?

OK, now there’s an Incubus video on; it’s Adolf Hitler in a tutu. Were music videos this stupid when I was in high school? I don’t think so.

Well, wait a minute, this does remind me of a cross between a NIN video and a that Soundgarden one, where they melt the Barbie and everything’s all skewed.

Lord, anyway, I’m totally blathering. I ought to go to sleep; I’m taking Mandy out for breakfast at Bob Evans tomorrow morning before I prep for the shower.

Man, I have the feeling my posts would be a lot more rambling if I always wrote them on a laptop while sitting in front of the television.

Which reminds me [why? I don’t know] that the Breezewood McDonald’s fucked up my hamburger today. I absolutely hate that. I asked for a plain cheeseburger — that means bun, meat, cheese nothing else — and they give me some nasty thing with pickles and onions and ketchup and lord knows what else on it. I had to scrape the icky stuff off with a napkin while I was cruising the Penna Pike. So, so wrong. I mean, it’s bad enough that that hamburger was going to be my only meal until I got home, but then they turned around and put a lot of crap on it to boot.

At least the fries were soggy and undercooked. Sheesh.

Seriously, I don’t even know what I’m writing. This is verbal spillage. Stream of semi-consciousness. I think music videos make me like these people’s songs less. I far prefer to just listen to it on the radio and make up my own pictures. Probably why I don’t like illustrated books, either.

OK, that was Lasprophets. Poor sad skeevy white boys. Perhaps there was something I missed?

But I admit, this is what MTV ought to be. Does MTV play any videos at all anymore? Not that I would know, but I thought I’d ask.

Oh! Found out some very interesting family information. I have the feeling that I really shouldn’t talk about it, though. I mean, I think it’s kind of cool, but I also think I should know better than to think it’s cool.

Um, and I don’t want to get in trouble.

You know, Trouble.

Anyway. So, lots of T and A in these here music videos, huh? Apparently outlaw gangs of bikini babes are taking over the world. I think this is why I don’t watch TV anymore. In fact — here, I’m turning it off.

*click.*

That wasn’t so hard, now was it?

Saw this at deliriouscool, and thought I remembered a Balto blogger doing it too.

Bored, but without the coffee today.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. to be or not to be.

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? The wall, which has a stain from when a bug was squished dead.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? I buckled and watched The Simpsons a few weeks ago. I didn’t want to have to tell anyone.

4. WITHOUT LOOKING, can you guess what the time is? 2:31.

5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 2:35 p.m. Wow, that’s cool.

6.With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Had to close my eyes for this, but when I did I could hear the carbonation in my Co-cola fizzing and popping.

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? About an hour ago, when I walked from my car to my apartment. By the way, the weather’s gorgeous today. A marked improvement over all that shitty rain.

8. Before you came to this website, what did you look at? An article about racism and William Hung.

9. What are you wearing? Hey now, don’t be fresh. But it’s one of my favorite outfits, so I’ll tell you: White striped button-down, a hand-me-down from Intern Lauren’s 14-year-old sister in Indiana. Sleeves are rolled to the elbow; shirt is unbuttoned. A white stretchy T-shirt. My new jeans. A black leather belt. Boring white socks. Mannish black leather boots. Stupid expression.

10. Did you dream last night? Yup. I remember that it was somewhat alarming, but don’t recall what occurred.

11. When did you last laugh? Crap. I have to think about this question way too hard. I don’t think I’ve laughed yet today, so it must have been sometime yesterday evening. That Iain, always with the jokes.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in? Prints of paintings done by women artists [such as “Gavin Sleeping” by Elizabeth Peyton and “Object” by Meret Oppenheim]. Um, and this is really dorky, but my BOB award, framed.

13. Seen anything weird lately? Yeah, that Donnie Darko shit was weird.

14. What do you think of this quiz? Now you’re just fishing for compliments.

15. What is the last film you saw? In a movie theater? Man. Whichever came out most recently, ROTK or Kill Bill Vol. 1.

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? A house! That’s all I want, a freaking house. With some land. And hardwood floors. Um, and a sunporch. But that’s it, that’s all I want.

17. Can you tell something about you that no one knows? Lordy, everyone knows all my shit. You guys know more about me than I do. Ain’t nothing left to tell.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? What does that mean, ‘regardless of guilt or politics’? I’d make it so that the Agricultural Revolution never happened. Then we could all be nomads.

19. Do you like to dance? Hells yeah. Like doesn’t equal ability, but that never stops me.

20. George Bush: is he a power-crazy nut case or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years? Ding! The former.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? Iris Rebeccah or Virginia Hazel, or maybe Amaranth, after that town on I-70.

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? I have no clue. Junior, I suppose. Boy names are hard.

23. Would you ever consider living abroad? Possibly, but only for a little while and only in a town where Iain had relatives. Um, like London. That’s a town, right?