Tag, I'm it

I was just tagged by Leigh. She's a trickster, that one. Now, I'm supposed to tell you

8 Random Things About Me

1. I weighed exactly 5lbs the day I left the hospital as a baby. I think I weighed five and change when I was born, but babies tend to lose a bit the first day or so. I was also two weeks early, which is something I've made up for since.

2. I had a recurring dream as a child that Paul and Linda McCartney lived in my neighborhood and would frequently let me interview them after school.

3. As a very small child, I referred to my brother as "My Andy" instead of just "Andy" or "my brother." It made sense at the time: This is my mommy, this is my daddy, this is my Andy.

4. Each month, during PMS, all I want to eat is a meatball parm. It's been a recurring craving for about five years. I have not had a meatball parm since I was a teenager, though. I don't know why I want one so badly, and I don't know why I always deny myself that stupid sandwich.

5. I like to sing "Minute by Minute" by the Doobie Brothers, as Michael McDonald. It's not a perfect impersonation, but it's not bad and it amuses me to no end.

7. I cannot handle karaoke. If the singers are terrible, I feel awful for them. If the singers are dazzling, I feel awful for them. I have many friends who can and can't sing and they all seem to enjoy karaoke. It shames me to say that I just don't enjoy it. I've done it only once and it was fun, but I think it filled my quota. Now, it seems like it won't be fun.

8. I almost never see famous people. Except this one time, when I saw Vincent D'Onofrio. Just like Leigh.

And now, I tag three others: Ryan, Matt, and Mike Garvey.

Panda Sings the Blues

The National Zoo in Washington, D.C. thinks that Mei Xiang, the mother of famed two-year-old Tai Shan, may be pregnant again. It's hard for them to tell, as female pandas' hormone cycles can often mimic pregnancy. I took a screen shot of the Panda Cam this morning, and one can see that Mei was relaxing on some rocks. I suspect that she is not pregnant, as this pose strongly resembles the supine stagnancy of every woman I know during PMS. My friend Alli said that it would be more accurate if she had a television remote in her paw.

In other news, it's taken me a while to post last week's playlist.

But here, more satisfying than 40lbs of scrumptious bamboo when nothing else will satiate your cravings, is my playlist from June 28th.

Log for first part of June 28th, 2007 show

Log for second part of June 28th, 2007 show


P.S. Two hours later and there she remains, slumped on that rock. I suppose this could be PMS, abject bear-despair, or actual pregnancy. I'd like to pet her on her head and tell her everything is going to be okay. I'd also like not to be mauled.