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So, today at a Worcester Xtra Mart the cashier was quite a character. He was covered in tattoos. More specifically, he was completely bald with a spider web tattoo covering his skull. And then he had blue ink tattoos on the skin above his eyelids.

Welcome to Worcester!

This one's for Peter...

So, we recently made a trip south to Savannah, Ga., and I proved myself to be an ugly New Englander.

Bobby and I were at a restaurant on a slow night. There were only a handful of people and we were sitting on top of another couple. Well, it turns out I talk too loud (surprise). We had this strange waiter who was easily 6-foot-2. He had a different accent every time he came back to our table. At one point he sounded French, next he sounded Italian, and finally he threw in a y'all for good measure.

I had noticed while in Savannah that practically everyone uses y'all even if they have no business using it. The town is filled with college students that are clearly from the Northeast, yet they feel obliged to say y'all after nearly every sentence.

So, I commented (a bit too loudly) to Bobby something to this effect:
"Everyone in this city is so fake. They all use Southern accents even though they aren't from here."

After the couple next to us left Bobby informed me that the woman sitting next to me was not happy with my comment and said so to her dining companion.

In my defense: Could you ever imagine a college student in Boston taking on the local accent just for show? Of course not. But for some reason in Savannah, everyone wants to have a drawl.

It's just weird.

What about the dancing?

God bless Adam Shankman, producer of the Oscars, for bringing back the dance number to the nation's most-watched awards show.

It was a fabulous number with what looked like 40 dancers up on stage at once. Truly amazing. So You Think You Can Dance has nothing on this number.

I can't find the actual performance online yet. But here's a behind the scenes clip from auditions:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LuzJzuGZig

You'll notice several SYTYCD alums in the clip!

That's so 'meta'

I for one never really knew what the word "meta" meant, even though I've used it on more than one occasion. Here's a nice definition from the Columbia Journalism Review.

Hey, little girl...

I found this song on iTunes. I know I've heard it before. I did a little research and it's a Burt Bacharach/Hal David number. It was originally recorded in 1963 by Jack Jones (that's who's singing the version below), but was later covered by both male and female singers including Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra. Give it a listen:


If I were more talented, I'd do a mash-up of this song and "Single Ladies" by Beyonce. Wouldn't that be cool?

Of course, I have to laugh at these lyrics, but according to my mom, when this song came out, it was completely serious. Not sarcastic at all. Which is pretty outrageous, until you think about some of the popular songs of today. I was going to embed one here, but most of what I found was so disgusting, I couldn't bring myself to post it.

The quaint notion of prettying up for your man before he comes home doesn't seem so bad when you listen to some of the popular rap music out there today. That's kind of sad.

Better haiku of the day

Had my meter wrong
Peter told me like it is
I stand corrected

Haiku of the day

This one was inspired by my work-from-home day yesterday. When you are looking out your sliding glass door, you can't help but get inspired:

Little black cat in back yard
Torturing Wee One
Soft paws leave marks in the snow

Top that Maya Angelou!