• I have been seeing commercials for the new Minipops CD. It starts with all these fresh-faced kids singing “Get It Started,” which I always think of in the non-radio-edited “get retarded” way, because that’s how I first heard it. (I just realized it’s because it was featured in that episode of The OC where Ryan and Seth go to the party with that guy who works at the crab shack with Ryan).
    Anyway, I had flashbacks to the old school Minipops, which I must admit I owned two volumes of when I was young. Both the “Rocket to the Stars” and the Magic Jukebox, the oldies one. The oldies one is the reason I know all the words to the first verse “Please Mr. Postman” and may be associated with my current love of Motown. Also, The Monkees.
    I confessed this to Alex yesterday, noting that if he wanted out, I would be cool with that. I decided I should give you, my readers, that same option.

    - The other day at dinner, my mom and I were talking about when she should come visit me next semester. She said something about how it would be nice to meet Alex when she comes up. I said something along the lines of “Yeah, sure.” Dad said (jokingly) “Well maybe you’ll have broken up by then.” I said “Thanks, Dad.”
    Mom said “Well, I just want to meet him, so you know, I’ll know him in case you get engaged.”
    My parents think they’re sooo funny.

    - I’m drinking 20-year-old port. Tawny!

    - The curse was broken; I saw The Life Aquatic and it was awesome.

    - Showgirls is on TBS and in this one scene they had totally ADDED A BRA WITH COMPUTERS. And, wow. She handpaints her tacky nails. In a bra for no reason. It is like a pinnacle of badness.