no "yo la tengo!"

This didn't happen in my hometown, but the team involved is close enough for me to shake my fist and wail at the injustice. Little League umpire tells kids to stop speaking Spanish on the field.

I have never been so excited to shave my legs as I am today. The cast in all its albatrossy glory is OFF. I still have to crutch around for two weeks, but I'm allowed to wash and shave all of my left leg except for the precise incision area. After Sunday, I can shower! This is too exciting. Of course, my trip to the Jersey shore will no longer include any mini-golf (how the hell does one putt on crutches?), but it will do.

My doctor tells me I can wear sandals. He suggested I buy Tevas. Think about me wearing Tevas. Hilarious, right? I ended up with some other brand of hippy/athletic sandal. The thing is, they're really freakin' comfortable.

talk about pop music

The fabulous Ms. Kieran asks a deceptively simple question: "What makes a good pop song?" I am also interested in what people think. I know that hand claps, for me at least, are quite essential. I'm especially curious about what criteria these specific folks use in determining the perfect pop masterpiece. (Oh, and you too, Brody, although I know that this will probably incite the British vs. American debate...)

Yeah, because we all remember how well this worked out for Macaulay Culkin.

panda-monium

PANDA-CAM! I am obsessed. I just want to see the little baby panda...

Jimmy Buffet sold out? Not to you!

The title above was the subject line of an e-mail I got from one of the numerous Ticketbastard-related e-mail lists I have unfortunately managed to end up on. (Good job, H., on opting out.) To some parrothead that probably sounds great. To me, it sounds like a terrible, terrible threat. Making fun of Buffett is like shooting fish in a barrel, so I'll leave it at that.

I'm doing better at hobbling around, but stairs are still killing me. My life, therefore, basically consists of waking up, getting clean, watching TV and movies, reading books and knitting.

I finished reading John Harris's Britpop!: Cool Britannia and the Spectacular Demise of British Rock. It was a well-researched, fairly thorough look at the big players in the Britpop phenomenon. As an Oasis apologist, I took umbrage at the slagging of their later work (even though in my heart of hearts I know it is mediocre at best, total crap at worst). Of course, in the Britpop documentary Live Forever, Noel himself practically admits that Definitely Maybe is the best thing they've ever done. (He at least thinks it's better than Morning Glory.) Blur and Elastica come out much better musically, with the exception of various members' alcohol and heroin addictions and nervous breakdowns.

I just wish that more had been written about Supergrass and some of the other "minor players." Lush's 1996 Britpop about-face Love Life is not even mentioned. I didn't need to know about the decline and fall of Menswear, although I understand the conceit Harris was going for, about how they were to London what something like Candlebox was to Seattle. In other words, it's recommended reading if you're interested in the subject matter.

Completely unrelated, I FauxVo'ed Rock Star: INXS last night. I'll have to watch and report back. INXS were my favorite band in junior high, so the 13-year-old in me wants to witness this train wreck. The 17-year-old (for whom Jane's Addiction were the Greatest Thing Ever) in me wants to laugh that Dave "Let's see a trick my pet eel can do" Navarro is a TV host. But, more power to him. I loved his reality show about how much of a pain in the ass wedding planning is.

cast/cats

cast/cats, originally uploaded by heathalouise.

This sums up the past week. I am so sick of my couch, and my cat seems to have developed some sort of medical fetish. I woke up one day to him trying to eat my cast, and he keeps licking my crutches. It's going to be a long summer...