Current mood:	cranky
Current music:	Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Mad Russian's Christmas (Instrumental)
Entry tags:	daily life, holiday, music, video

Songs You Won't Hear At The Mall, Part 1
But first some generalized whining about my life...

A few weeks ago, my friend Nancy had invited me to go line dancing with her, which illustrates either her incredible bravery or lack of self-preservation instinct because anyone watching me move for even a short period of time would come to the conclusion that I probably dance like an emu on the attack. And they'd probably be right. But invite me she did, and I accepted with frabjous joy -- "Callooh! Callay!" I believe were my exact words, though I could be mistaken.

Well, tonight was the night ... except that it wasn't. See, someone told Nancy the wrong date ... or they changed it at the last minute ... or she screwed it up and remembered wrong from the beginning ... ahem, only two possible choices there. Yes, indeed! =cough, cough= Anyway, the line dancing is next week. Which is too bad on a lot of levels, not the least of which is that I am literally all dressed up with nowhere to go. I did go out and buy a present for the girl who's name at drew at work for the office, but I didn't need to break out Pimp Master Ken to do that.

Also, I already have stuff to do next week. Now I have three things to do and only two nights off to do them. So I have to pick one to jettison. And I really, really hate to do that, because my social life is basically non-existent (see photo of Pimp Master Ken and random quote from Jabberwocky for obvious explanations for my lack of a social life) and I hate to lose any opportunities to do anything more exciting than watch my hair grow (or fall out ... depends on what part of my head you're looking at).

And tonight, I'm left with nothing else to do but write this drivel to entertain you wankers fine people. Why am I not doing something else with Nancy, since her plans got canceled too? Three words ...

Must. See. TV.

Hey! I never claimed to be more exciting than a box 'o sparks. =sigh=



So I'm in a rather grumpy, un-Christmas-like mood. Fortunately, Ray Davies of The Kinks was pissed off about Christmas way before I was. Therefore, I give to you the first song you won't hear at the mall this holiday season: Father Christmas by The Kinks*



*Disclamer: You actually might hear this song in certain parts of the mall this year. Specifically, the movie theater part. A pretty good cover of it by OK Go (of dancing on treadmills fame) is in the new movie Unaccompanied Minors. A good try, but the requisite "punkness" just isn't quite there for me. Maybe after a couple more hours on the treadmills, except in hot, wool Santa suits this time ....