I was really afraid that my mother was going to call me after tonight’s “Glee” and tell me that she liked “Hey Soul Sister.” As it turns out, whatever Sirius station she has at work plays the dickens out of it, so she kind of hates it at this point. She did agree that Darren Criss is very appealing and did a nice job with the song.
She is also amused/horrified that a song called “Fuck You” exists.
I seem to be in this lady-folk/blues/whatever (I refuse to call it “adult alternative”, as Rhapsody does) mood, this week (so far). Laura Nyro, Kate Bush, Sharon Van Etten, possibly some Heartless Bastards. I’m even giving Joanna Newsom another listen. Some of her songs are definitely too cute for me, but some of them are all right.
Thanksgiving was fine. Our turkey came out really dry and we were all pissed. My mother thinks the supermarket got different turkeys this year, and hence… we did everything that we normally do, and the turkey usually comes out nice and moist, but not so much this year.
Did a lot of local shopping; had way too much fun at Target, Harmon, etc. Tried to teach my mom how to use her iPad, but she wanted to have a dance party instead. I declined. She had a solo dance party to some Kelly Clarkson. Well, she’ll get the hang of the device eventually.
Oy, and they dragged out that picture again, too. I am quite pissed off at Fumbles right now, but honestly, the man is almost 30 and expecting a child. Can we please quit it with the embarrassing childhood stories? (I know- the press eats this up every time.)
I can imagine Eli at a family dinner buffet, and when he gets to the vegetable section to find that there are only casseroles, he makes the same face as when he fumbles the ball on a completely botched slide during a critical late-game drive.