If it's true that you're supposed to spend your year...

[jennaria]

...the way you spent your midnight - well, okay, let's be reasonable and stretch it out to the fifteen minutes on either side of midnight - then I am going to spend 2011 sitting and watching TV with both old friends and new, being rather confused by why Dick Clark looks more like an Egyptian mummy than a regular human being, why there is a small boy there and how he is not staring at not!Lady-Gaga's bright blue sequin underpants (and why she isn't all over goosebumps), and who these other people are and why they're supposed to be the most amazing next music Thing ever. (With perhaps a passing thought for how Fergie wasn't popping out of her dress. At least I knew who she was.)

I will cheerfully give up the musical confusion part. (Seriously, why does so much current Top 40 suck so bad?) And I suspect I don't want to know what's up with Dick Clark. But the friends part I can deal with. :-D

Next up: wrestling my room into something resembling decent shape. Wheeefun. ...but possibly sleep first. :thud:

Comments

[stranger]

The repetition is a big part of the problem, true.

And, hee. I was presently introduced to heavy metal, which after Wagner and Richard Strauss and a lot of atonal early 20th-century music, had a sort of quaint charm akin to hearing the folk tunes underlying the great Bach cantatas.

On the other hand, I would be happy to assist you in deep-sunning certain former pop hits.