Thursday, October 15, 2009

best HALLOWEEN songs?

Kiffy came home the other day to find me listening to spooky Halloween sounds. He laughed at me and called me a weirdo (which I am, If you think about it--I mean, who listens to Halloween sounds like doors creeking, creepy organ music, werewolves howling, and creepy children giggling, just for kicks? I do. But I promise it's only a seasonal thing). I attempted to explain that I was constructing the perfect Halloween playlist. I've got my creepy soundscapes, but would like your opinion on other fitting songs that need to be added to the party portion of my playlist.

So far I've got:

"Weird Science"
"Dead Man's Party"
"Rock Lobster"
"Ghost Town"
"Love Will Tear Us Apart"
"Head Over Heels"
"The Monster Mash"
"Somebody's Watching Me"

Herein lies my problem. My list is so sad.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

beisbol, shmeisbol

Some of you may agree that baseball games are ... well ... boring. Please forgive me if you're a fan, it's just that they are soooooo loooooooooooooooong and slllloooooooooooooooow. Things are looking up, though! I found a way to pass the time I spend at baseball games rather pleasantly.

Kiffy loves baseball. It's a trait passed down from his father's side. My brother and his girlfriend are insane Doyer (Dodger) fans. So naturally, at the Dodger game, Kiffy, my brother, and my brother's girlfriend have a wonderful time. I, on the other hand, have a wonderful time for other reasons--'cause I get to eat LOADS of junk (It was the best).

Sitting in my nose-bleed seat with no room for my lanky legs to stretch, my mind is in a completely different place from the company I keep. I'm sure a few die-hard Dodger fans (like the ones we pass on our way in who beg for extra tickets) would like to smack some sense into me if they only knew I care nothing for baseball.

 I pass the time by planning out my meal for the night (Dodger Dog--check. Nachos--check--but I have to share with Kiffy. Frozen lemonade--check), then eating my meal, and watching beach balls bounce through the crowd.

Had you been there, you might have heard me asking, "What's the score," "Who's up?" or "What inning is it?" I didn't know. And I didn't really care either way. I was happy with my food and my company.