I'd Rather Not

The CBS post-football game line-up on Sunday night:

Amazing Race
Cold Case
Without a Trace

Uhm.
Whatever happened to Will and Grace?
And Please Punch Me In the Face? So I don't have to watch the Amazing Race?

Why Can't I be Coy Like Regina?

Friday night was the Regina Spektor show, and for once I actually got to go to a show I wanted to see. I had been waiting for it for sooOOOooOO long and it was well worth it! Abs and I went to Eastern Standard before & after and got French fries both times--whoopsie. At the show Regina wore a sparkly shrug (I was wondering if those were still cool) and there were fake sparkly stars behind her and her voice was like a million little fairy wings flapping in the night. Whatever that means. It sounds good, no? When she spoke between sets it was so cute it almost killed me dead.

I was thinking today about how I usually start to talk with the same voice as whoever I am hanging out with. It's something that annoys me about myself, but I can't really change it. It kind of make makes me worry I am too impressionable and maybe have low self-esteem. But even if I'm around someone I don't like very much, chances are I will start talking like them. Maybe if I went to enough Regina shows I could start talking in her garbly little Russian-Brooklyn (rusch-ook-lyn?) gurgle voice.

Anywho, she didn't sing the song that I wanted to hear SO BAD, Chemo Limo. But this girl does a neat-o live rendition of it. Thanks, youtube.

After the show, the champagne was flowing at East Stands and methinks I had a tad too much to drink. But French fries and bubbly never tasted so sweet.

Apples are People Too

Apples picked off their trees this morning, from Honeypot Orchard in Concord.

The best I have ever eaten.

Shades Oft Rue

When I look at my url, I see the phrase "shades oft rue." Then I think: Shades oft rue the day I made the title of this blog "Shades of True."


Then I look at this picture of the world famous sox lobster and all my petty grievances melt away.