My new obsession? Egg Radio. It’s a great online radio station with a weird, eclectic mix. There’s a rating system, and members can upload songs to the library. I’ve been uploading like a champ. Spender, the man with the plan, even sent me a message telling me he was about to play “Total Eclipse” by Billy Cobham. This made my day since I personally strive to make every man, woman, and child a fan of Mr. Cobham. He will show you the way, kids. I swear it. You know how kids are supposed to listen to Beethoven and get better at math? Listening to Cobham (or many other funk bands) instantly makes you cooler and more socially viable.
And there’s my shout out for the day.
What else is going on? Umm, a couple of friends are headed into town this weekend to attend the Cake Wrecks book signing downtown. I’m supposed to be cleaning the apartment. If you know me, you know exactly how much I’ve accomplished thus far (the answer is 5%). You know, if I could just get C to do the floors, I’ll do the rest. Because I hate vacuuming and mopping more than anything. I’d even rather clean the tub, and that’s saying something considering that by the time I’m done my knees are kind of bruised and disgusting looking.
This is turning into a really boring post, isn’t it? I wish I had some funny story or weird insight to share. Give me a week, I’ll try to come up with something better.