Man, I am a downloading fool. Ever since I got this new computer and have a hard drive that has room for mp3s, I've just been going crazy with the downloading. Currently, I am simultaneously downloading "Our Love is Here to Stay" by Blossom Dearie and "Dead Babies" by Alice Cooper, an interesting combo to say the least.

Have you seen those great commercials for that Apple site where you pay 99¢ for a download? God they are so funny, with that white guy singing "Baby Got Back" and that little kid singing "The Real Slim Shady". The only problem with them is that they make me think, "Hey, I haven't downloaded any Eminem yet!" and I go to Kazaalite and download it for free. I'm such a rebel.

Omar is coming over tomorrow to rehearse, and I want him to be able to come down to my apartment. If I wait until it's clean enough for him, it will take years, and I am tired of waiting. I've decided that it's more important to me that he be able to come down into my house and he not think that I am a completely disgusting person.

So I did some cosmetic, surface things, washed the dishes, cleaned the counter, moved the pile of laundry from the foot of my bed and so on. I mean, I am not a magician. I just wanted there to be a clear path from the door, through the living room through the kitchen, into the bathroom. And no catshit on the floor.

Omar called in the evening and I told him what I was doing, that I was trying to clean a little but that I had decided that I didn't care if he saw it messy, because it was going to be messy for a long time. He said, "Put like with like." "What?" "That's how you organize, put like with like." He has no idea of the depth and breadth and height of my apartment's clutter.

I watched a bunch of TV while I was avoiding cleaning, some really interesting things, too. There was The Who at the Isle of Wight in 1970, which was marvelous. They were so young and Moony still alive and looking insane in a fun way rather than in the about to die way. The whole thing was two hours long and one whole hour was Tommy, which was pretty cool.

The clay animation version of Conan was weirdly mesmerizing. They took a show from a couple of months ago with Johnny Knoxville and Mr. T and David Bowie and Richard Lewis and turned it into a crude clay animation. I loved the bit where I saw this flash, and rewound to see whether I had seen that right, and I had: they left in the animator's hand picking the Conan puppet up. I wonder if it was done accidentally or so that the audience could feel all alert?

Then I watched America's Funniest Home Videos for the first time certainly since I have lived in this apartment. I used to watch it all the time, I always thought that it was funny, but when Sagat left I kind of trailed off. I have no idea who the host is, and I think that there were one or two since Sagat left whom I missed entirely.

I am embarrassed at how hard I laugh at this show, honestly, it defines guilty pleasure. I do not watch network reality shows, I have never seen Jerry Springer or any of those white trash extravaganza, but I cannot hold my head up completely high, since I genuinely enjoy America's Funniest Home Videos. Or, as they are trying to call it now, AFV. As though it will suddenly be cool if they call it that, like KFC or IHoP, neither of which suddenly magically got cool by only being called by their initials.

Lenten entries missed:

Renee was going through some really awful stuff, gave her final formal speech on a truly horrifying thing that happened to her, and gave the update on the whole family. Renee goes through so much, I admire her more than almost anyone I know.

Today's horoscope:
The pressure is mounting, but you're the one turning the screws. A pal encourages you to relax and look on the bright side. Tell yourself a better story to get you in a good mood.

One year ago today:
Which of all the wonderful days would I choose?

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