I Got Home Late, Otherwise There Would Have Been THREE Woefully Insubstantial Posts In One Day

Somebody Else’s Song – Lifehouse

I went to my cousin Cynthia’s wedding and other than the weather, it was nice. It was short and I could see the groom, Kevin, squirming because he’s a non-Catholic being forced to have a distinctly Catholic wedding. He’s a good guy. The whole thing was weird for me because I’ve been to a few weddings, but this is probably the closest I’ve ever been related to a bride or groom. She’s like a sister to me. Her and her family used to visit us in Avon all the time. We used to do all kinds of kid stuff, though nothing in particular comes to mind. We’re part of the same generation and when someone from your generation takes an enormous step forward like this, it is, to say the least, jarring. I was happy for her because she’s someone who has always looked out for me and who has always worked hard at everything she does. She deserves all the good things that come her way.

The after party was kind of a drag because I’m suffering what appears to be a combination of a scraped ear-lobe and the common cold. When the dancing started, I didn’t particularly want to move. I’m not sure whether it was because I felt sick or because I’m tired of dancing by myself.

I don’t know if you guys have read the Wikipedia entry for “Juggernaut Bitch”, but here it is. The synopsis is handled with just the right amount of sarcasm. The quotables section is both necessary and unnecessary. Necessary because it reveals even more stuff that you might not have heard the first time; unnecessary because it’s pretty much every line in the damn video. Two of my favourite bits I didn’t hear the first few times are the brainwashed astronaut’s saying, “Must shoot nigga”, and Rogue popping out of the floor and saying, “End of the road, dick eata!” It’s such a beautifully layered production.

I’m nobody. Nobody special. Not like you.
Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain, everybody.