[Big fat Hershey bar goes to the first person who replies here with the name of the band that recorded the lyric in today’s post title, and the year. It’s RtB’s first Contest of the year!]

We all about blew away last night. Everyone’s garbage is in the street. There are about 100 soda pop cans strewn all over my back yard. And, needless to say, I’ve been awake since about 2 a.m. Delightful.

OK, I’m going to have to cut this off for now because my modem is acting stupid. School server is down, too — great.

First person to post the answer gets the treatses.

FO

In the midst of a generally stinky week (for myriad reasons), this provided a couple minutes of levity:

Heh heh.

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The other day, PK sent me a link to a Consumer Reports article that said Eight O’Clock brand coffee was considered tastiest, and that Starbucks didn’t even make the top shelf. (Last time I had coffee out there, I had to take mine back and have them brew me another latte … it totally tasted burned beyond belief.)

I am going to have to try out Eight O’Clock after I’m through with this pound of Dunkin’ Donuts beans.

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Do I know some boss musicians or what? (“Chameleon” even! What a throwback…)

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And I must say: I hate everything. Except you. And I will chop up sentences. If I want.

Fink. Out.

1. So what if they had to transpose Plácido Domingo’s arias down for his performance in the Met’s Adriana Lecouvreur, and the voice isn’t all it used to be? The fact that the man is 68 years old and still at it is amazing (although there is a time and place to quit, friend).
2. Definitely not centrally intelligent.
   
3. “Ben Wallace was right when he called Mo [Williams of the Cleveland Cavaliers] originally being passed over for the All-Star game a ‘shamockery,’ ” Cavs owner Daniel Gilbert said in an e-mailed statement. “But not naming him as the natural and obvious replacement for the unfortunately injured Jameer Nelson is stupidiculous, idillogical and preposterageous.” Heh. Wonder how long it took him to come up with that. It’s actually quite clever.
4. Well of course he does, sweety. (And Al, I still say shut up.)
5. If you’ve a mind to, bookmark this Rolling Stone article and read it when you get the chance. It is disturbing and bizarre, especially for those of us who remember the Watergate scandal. (Caveat: contains considerable profanity.)
6. Hey, I haven’t mentioned this in a while! Delectable.
7. What do you want to bet … this Toledo sheriff’s rant is going to get him in trouble, even though he was absolutely right. “Hey, it’s pushin’ 50 degrees outside — let’s go ice fishin’!”
8. Please tell the Easter Bunny to bring me this. Santa apparently thought I was naughty last year. But I’m trying very hard to be good now.

Hey, guess what I’m doing today… ugh.

Fink out.

I just got the nicest phone call.

I graduated high school way back in the 70s, and of course, being the little mini-diva that I was, I was involved in all the musicals and straight plays I could get into back then. My director was a fiery, crazy, loud, wonderful woman named Marla, who demanded the best from us and then some. She was never satisfied; she always pushed us to do more. She was my inspiration, and the reason I fell in love with musical theater.

She called me today.

Talk about a crazy throwback conversation! We talked for 40 minutes about everything — but mostly musical theater. It was great to hear from her.

Boom Boom – remember Marla? Was she still at the high school when you were there? I think she was.

Big thanks to fellow RtB reader Michael for telling Marla I was still alive…that was great!

Fink, off to study

Yes, I am doing OK. I believe the sun has come up and I am no longer fearful of barfing all over my truck. Not quite back to eating cheese yet, but the Rat is improving. Again, thank you to all who sent kind emails — I am taking Friday night to write you back and finish boring you to death.

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Actually, I was fearful about getting through my tap rehearsal last night, but it was fun. I was also worried about so many tap “rookies” in my cast of 18, but I needn’t have bothered; they’re all going to do fine — even the two who were sick and not able to be there (and with what’s going around at my school, I’m surprised anyone was there).

I really did enjoy reading your opinions yesterday about the Phelps thing. Very interesting indeed. I’ll have to do that again sometime.

Aww…my boys will remember Candy Land, the board game. We played it all the time. Did you know they’re making a movie of it?

So, what are everyone’s plans for the weekend? I’ll start:

1. Get back on the horse with reading and studying.
2. Study.
3. Call Lisa in Boston and beg her for more help.
4. Check up on Todd, my other study buddy, and see if he’s still alive.
5. Study.
6. Study.
7. Wish that Mad Men was on.
8. Study.

Time for my scrambled egg. Priorities, you know.

Fink out.