And The Hits Keep Coming…

To defuse my abiding feelings of paranoia, I have been trying to be more diligent about checking my hits, and I have noticed some disturbing searches—disturbing as in I could maybe help, I mean, like with the ruined Clavamox searches. The Call to Public Service kind of disturbing. I’ve also noticed some funny ones, like the one some time back that I probably should have been offended by, probably—ones like the someone who searched for ‘she’s just plain vanilla’, or something like that.

Yeah, you just keep on believing that. :-D Screw you, Google.

Butsoanyway, in the spirit of serving the public in any way I can:

For some reason I keep seeing hits for lyrics to The Rave-Ups song Positively Lost Me. That’s my life all summed up, whether I like it or not, I guess—vanilla sex, spoilt Clavamox, and old alternative music. Right? Right! ;-) I looked to see why people are wandering here, and it’s because the lyrics aren’t on the web. Well, they kind-of are, but the ones I found were wrong, and don’t you just know that I don’t want you wandering around singing the wrong lyrics, sounding like a dingbat? Aren’t we lucky that Ancodia happens to know them, hmm? Someday I will have to tell all about one of my sorta-friends—Jacquie—who would get EVERY song’s lyrics terribly, horribly, confuzzledly wrong. Hideously wrong; it was painful.

Jacquie Challenge! Name the original song that spawned this Jacquieism: But to these wigwam eyes it wasn’t no surprise/we got the hole-eye world in our heads.

No, I am not kidding, or even exaggerating a little—that one made us turn around and drop her back off at home on the way to the mall once. Then we stopped to get sodas, and some of us felt bad and went back to pick her back up. Although, admittedly, we only think she said ‘wigwam’, and she refused to repeat it for us. But that Jacquieism remained in our lexicon of in-jokes (and any one who would Google that would (1) already know me from other things I’ve written anyway, and (2) be on my side) for quite some time. That, and I don’t think Jacquie would spell any of it correctly.

But I digress.

Anyway, my point is don’t be That Girl. Rilly. Now back to Positively Lost Me. Until the end of time, this song will remind me of Mitch, who, along with Jacquie, is probably a story for another day—only Mitch was cool and Jacquie was, well…not. Only he was cool, but didn’t try and didn’t think he was, and Jacquie, well…did and did.

Butsoanyway.

Here are the lyrics:

Positively Lost Me by The Rave-Ups

You lost a lot when you lost me

You lost a lot when you lost me
Six paperback books and a dying tree

You lost a lot when you lost me
Six paperback books and a dying tree
A looking-glass and a diamond ring

You lost a lot when you lost me
Six paperback books and a dying tree
A looking-glass and a diamond ring
You lost me and you lost some dreams

Oh, you lost your cool, you lost your keys
And then you lost a sense of honesty

Two blankets and a bookshelf piece

Two blankets and a bookshelf piece
A picture frame and a couple keys

Two blankets and a bookshelf piece
A picture frame and a couple keys
To a couple doors that I won't see

Two blankets and a bookshelf piece
A picture frame and a couple keys
To a couple doors that I won't see
You lost a lot when you lost me

You lost my face, you lost my laugh
And then you lost my confidence

And after work when there is no moon
And the boys come, come at the studio

Well, you win some smiles and you answer phones
And you count romances on eleven toes

Well, this little piggy went home

You lost a lot when you lost me!

You lost a lot when you lost me

You lost a lot when you lost me
Six paperback books and a dying tree

You lost a lot when you lost me
Six paperback books and a dying tree
A looking-glass and a diamond ring

You lost a lot when you lost me
Six paperback books and a dying tree
A looking-glass and a diamond ring
You lost a lot when you lost me

Oh, you lost my face, you lost my laugh
And then you lost my confidence

She loves me, she loves me not

Show this piggy the way home…

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So…I am over that which upset me, and I will maybe whine about it later. It’s nothing bad, just…stupid interpersonal crap, or whatever. I am fine, and …happy, really. So there. NYAH.

Back to hits:

Halvah AND Minnesota.

AND Minnesota. AND. That AND is IMPORTANT, chirrin. Sums up my life right there, too. :-) And I would trade vanilla sex and bad Clavamox for some halvah. AND Minnesota. Will work for halvah AND Minnesota—totally. You have no idea how hard! Well, some *good* halvah. I’m keeping the old alternative music, though. ;-)

How long does Clavamox stay good when refrigerated?

DON’T reuse bad Clavamox. Jesus, god, christ-on-a-cracker, how many times to I have to say it? If it is not white, throw it out. If it’s past the date of last dosage (the vet’s instructions on the label) throw it out. Please read my diatribe: Clavamox.

dog is limping on front leg and has swollen lymph node under jaw

TAKE IT TO THE VET!!! WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?????? May you someday lie helpless as someone decides what to do with your infirm ass by typing your symptoms into Google. I can see it now--"Mom screaming pain seizures drooling one pupil larger than the other". Bwaah! GO TO THE VET!!!!

sexist divas qvc and hsn

Okay, so they kind of are—I have to admit that. They portray women as being teensy-brained fluffernutters who are only interested in jewellery, home furnishings, and playing the cutesy dip to their male co-hosts. You are correct, they represent femininity at its *worst*. But yet I watch and buy. Go figure.

how much time will someone receive with 3 ounces of cocaine

Good lord. You *are* joking, right?

usage of hydrogen peroxide for pedicure

eew. Why would one want to do that? I would think that it would dry out the feet, and be all icky.

beautiful loser vettriano

Vettriano is not *ever*! He is a GOD! Take that back! And if you even mention the Illustrator’s Figure Reference Manual, I will kick your ASS—and not in the happy, fun way, either!

:-)

Butsoanyway.

Aren’t I glad I did that? Eh. Me either.







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