Sweet Pickles

Is it just me...

or does Tom Petty's American Girl have the most blow-your-mind greatest lyrics EVER?  Doing a little question-development research for Music Slut, I was reminded of how great a song that still is.  It had been a while. 

I don't even know how to describe the lyrics' greatness.  Poignant?  Bittersweet?  Yearning?  It reads like literature, and sounds even better.  No matter how many times I hear it, it never fails to make my hair stand on end.  Who knew Tom Petty was such a poet?!?!

Well, she was an American girl,
raised on promises.
She couldn't help thinking
that there was a little more to life somewhere else.
After all, it was a great big world,
with lots of places to run to.
And if she had to die trying,
she had one little promise she was gonna keep.

Oh yeah, all right.
Take it easy, baby.
Make it last all night.
She was an American girl.

Well, it was kind of cold that night.
She stood alone on her balcony.
Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by,
out on 441, like waves crashing on the beach.
And for one desperate moment there,
he crept back in her memory.
God, it's so painful when something that's so close
is still so far out of reach.

Oh yeah, all right.
Take it easy, baby.
Make it last all night.
She was an American girl.

If you haven't heard it in a while, do yourself a favor.  But only listen to the originally-recorded version, none of the live performances where they've got to 'jazz it up' (ugh, you know how Sweet Pickles feels about live music!).

Recently Rediscovered: Tang!

Last week, I was digging around in the pantry looking for something, and discovered an unopened container of Tang that I hadn't realized was in there.  I made up a pitcher, and was reminded of how much I love the taste.  Finding the unopened container of deliciousity was a weird coincidence, because I had just read a chapter in Chelsea Handler's My Horizontal Life in which she mentions drinking Grey Goose and Tang.  I need to check this out, but already suspect that I'm going to like it.  If so, that might become my drink of choice for Saturday drinking on football weekends this fall. 

From JustJess...

She said this made her think of me when she saw it.  For those of you who still haven't come up with that great gift-idea for Sweet Pickles' birthday:

Do y'all remember...

how sweet the song Rush Hour by Jane Wiedlin (formerly of the Go-Go's) was?  If not (or worse, if you never heard it), it's finally available on iTunes now (I've looked for it for years).  She's such a little cutie.  And the song is such a lite summertime pick-me-up.  So go get it right now.  Ninety-nine cents, people.... don't question me, just do what I say!

An old hero of Sweet Pickles'

A recent email from Brad Bagby reminded me of an old hero of mine who I miss seeing regularly on my television... Quinn Morgendorffer!  But ya know who I miss even more than Quinn??  Her BFF Sandi.  Now that was my kinda friend.  Actually, now that I think about it, the reason I probably like Quinn and Sandi so much is because their personalities remind me of Brad Bagby (Quinn) and myself (Sandi).  And Wipey would obviously be Daria, but if he wants to roll with us, he's gonna hafta be Tiffany.  Ahhh, good times at Lawndale High!

Waldorf salad: da-lish!

I had completely forgotten how good Waldorf salad tastes. You should totally makes some the next time Sweet Pickles' is coming over. He loves it!

Speaking of the greatest hits of GAP commercials...

"Where ya get them jeans?"

Does anybody remember...

how awesome this commercial was?!?! It made me love Juliet Lewis, Daft Punk, and GAP even more than I already did before! Talk about some effective freakin' advertising. GAP used to have a lot of great ad campaigns... what happened?

Happy Easter!

I remember when this came out several years ago. I had almost forgotten about it, which surprises me because of how much I loved it. It made me scream out loud, it was so great. I carried around a beat-up copy of it that I'd printed out from some email, and could pull it out at anytime to tickle myself. Me and and my homeslice N-House used to have an ongoing routine where I'd say "My ass hurts" and she'd respond "What?" I miss doing that, and I miss seeing her.

To N-House and all my other goyishe friends...

Happy Easter!!

It's been a lonnnnng time!

You may have noticed in this blog's "About" section that two of Sweet Pickles' interests are drinking problems and eating disorders. [Actually, they're more hobbies than interests. I mean, I want to do them, not study them.] Anyhoo, they're even greater when accomplished simultaneously. Who doesn't want to have fun and look good at the same time? But this is always easier said than done.

Last night I met up with some of my peeps at the local sports bar for the 'March Madness' games (I was just there to socialize, I don't watch that shite). After a beer there, a few of us walked over to the local art gallery for a reception, where I had some free wine. By the time we got back to the sports bar again, I just wasn't hungry, and was feeling too lazy to make myself go to a restaurant and eat, so I just drank a liquid dinner of Michelob Ultra. Not until waking up a while ago did I realize that I had also slept through breakfast and skipped lunch yesterday. I don't think that's happened since college! So, it didn't take much to get the party started. However, I'm not sure that I'll be trying to recreate the magic on a more frequent basis.

Upside = big fun that is low cost and low cal
Downside = feeling assy at 10:30 in the morning

P.S. - While at the aforementioned art gallery, I saw this old bald dwarf I used to know, wearing this crazy S&M-looking leather jacket. That's just grody, because nobody wants to get sadistic or masochistic with an old bald dwarf.