It is sometimes confusing to apply my work skills to my own life– it sometimes seems like a strange mixing of my worlds to give myself a reference interview. But sure enough, what I was thinking I would have to cobble together myself is already out there. Thank you AARP!

and 99 views of Edo would not be enough: 100 (and some bonus tracks) views of Edo.

An excellent mystery, with the drawback of being totally real.

I don’t suppose any of our faithful readers have lost a skeleton? No?

In an attempt to polish up the rusty language skills, I worked my way through an interesting obituary (with the help of a dictionary in another tab of Firefox). I had only recently learned more about yé-yé music (courtesy of Radio Oh-la-la), so it was interesting to read about a Canadian artist in that genre. Most interesting, though, is the snippet of his big hit: the French language version of Doo Wah Diddy:

Quand je l’ai vue elle marchait seule dans la rue,
J’entendu wha diddy diddy dam di di dou,
Elle ondulait des hanches comme une ingénue,
J’entendu wha diddy didididam dididou,
Les yeux bleus (les yeux bleus)
la taille fine (la taille fine),
Les yeux bleus la taille fine
j’en suis presque devenue fou

I’m going to go ondulerai!

All American Beef Pizzle! Which should totally be the name of a band. Instead, it’s a dog chew, contaminated with Salmonella (towards the end of the alerts). I am so proud of yet another product of Washington State.

Their opening act would be Muscle Pig IV. Which should contain sulfathiazole, but actually contains sulfamethazine.

How long until this mysterious illness is an episode of House, MD? Oh, who cares. Even the lovely and talented Hugh Laurie can’t save it for me. It’s a turd on toast of unmotivated character actions and ridiculous costuming. TV sucks.