So, I said to Mr Indemnity yesterday, "where's the love for my blog titles?" because I thought I've been doing good and deserved some props, and he claimed they've been a little, er, tangential. Which is not to say "reaching." Hmmmppphhh. So let me spell it out for those of you who are way too literal: black hole sun = lack of light = totally what I'm going to write about today. So there.
I went shopping yesterday in that "wandering around, hoping inspiration will strike" kind of way, rather than a real goal-oriented way, though I had a general idea of what kind of things I was looking for. I wanted to go to the big Anthropologie store on Boylston that I like and see what they had in the markdowns for house stuff (for my bedroom re-do). I ended up getting a girly little picture frame half price because it's missing some of its bling, though you need to look at it really closely to notice that, so it's all good, plus a new candle, because I rarely leave that store without a candle. However, in the nonsale stuff, they had a lantern I liked, but wasn't quite ready to pay $38 for, and they had [not] switchplates, [but what *do* you call them?] in distressed brass to cover the electrical outlets that are showing in my faux-finished walls. For $24 each. I was definitely not willing to spend $48 just for the two that are most visible. That's ridiculous. (So if anyone has any heads ups for where I could get something like that for a price that doesn't hose me, lemme know.)
Then, I wanted to go to this particular store in Cambridge where fifteen years ago I bought a bedside lamp that eventually broke, but which was the most cute/ugly example of an Art Deco-ish Victorian-ish "nana" decor ever. I want something else similar, but I have no idea where to find one that isn't an actual antique in this Pottery Barn world in which we live. I know returning to a store that I found something like this in back when Black Hole Sun really was a big hit was definitely reaching, but hey, it was worth a shot and what did I have to do yesterday afternoon that was any better, huh? Well, I get to the store in question and they are getting ready to move to a new location and while they are open, there are like perhaps 15 things for sale in the entire building. Bastards!
Thus thwarted in my lighting-needs-shopping, I went to Mr Indemnity's office, kidnapped him, and repaired to...wait for it...Charlie's Kitchen (where it was raining too hard to sit in the beer garden, alas), just because we were just talking about it. The irony that I then spent $25 for Magners and bar food and tip for our not-rude waitress, which is one outlet cover, is not lost on me. However, even though I would have that outlet cover for many years while the cider buzz that made me laugh so hard I almost fell out of the booth over my own joke about Mr Indemnity's penis needing a Going Out of Business sale (since he may just be about to enter a monogamous relationship and thus have to give up the hot but flaky MD who only wants him for his body, among other cupcakes) is long since gone, I think it was totally the right monetary decision.
xoxo
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This is no lie, and no insistence to contradict Mr. Indemnity's point of view, (skewed as it may be by the potential impending limitation on the number of his sexual outlets), but I personally have found the titles to be wonderful these past few. I think part of the reason for that is that I've always had my little guilty pleasure about the Spin Doctors, and more recent experience to appreciate the ubiquity of "Little Miss Can't Be Wrongs" in this world. (At least among my ex wives). The fun about a "reached" metaphor/title/expression is having even yet more food for thought. The fact that I can recall and enjoy the song, too, is gravy. (Though we could always have a bit more Costello and Zevon and a bit less Nirvana to my way of thinking, though I appreciate the utility of grunge cynicism, too).
Awww, now there's the love for my blog titles :-)
And it's impossible, I may say, *not* to enjoy a tune that contains the immortal line "I hope you hear this song and it pisses you off" so, yeah, love to the Spin Doctors.
But, blog titles. I'm hoping by the end of the month I can come up with a legimate excuse to use "Sex and Candy." Because you all would want to read that one, right?
sex and candy, i want candy, candy girl, candy's room--you just keep blogging and making sweet, and we'll keep double-entendre-ing the rest.
The titles rock, I think..especially compared to mine. I spend so much of my limited Web time these days answering other peoples' blogs that I don't have time to think of my own.
Old and confused...isn't that it?
This titling exercise has been a good bit of discipline for me (shut up) because it both forces me to stay away from "titles" like "oh, yeah, and another thing..." and yet, because I don't want to be totally lame, it also keeps me from writing completely useless stuff *just* because I can think of a title that would fit. (See: post I *did not* write this week about the Mass Dept of Highway divers, even though it could have been called Under the Bridge.)
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