Just joking

About 9:30 last night, I returned from my 6-mile run to find a voicemail from my father, voice gravelly:

"Um, Karin? Call me back tonight, please.  I'll be up late."

Implied death and doom, so I called back within seconds.  Turns out all was well.  But he had read my blog yesterday ... and was worried.

(Cue *sigh*.  We stayed on the line the 40 minutes I walked home, pushing my bike.  Thanks Dad.  Good to talk to you too.)

But, then, this space was entirely too serious yesterday.  I thought the visual of me balancing on one foot trying to look like a Grecian warrior with poker face would potentially amuse.

Anyone know a good joke?

Work still busy today. Taking a break to write here more than this is not in my best interest.  But in service of lightening the mood, I have to again spout my love of my Pandora station that started with Iron & Wine's Such Great Heights .... to which I added Ben Folds and Phoenix and (of course) Sufjan and The Shins .... and which in return has been introducing me to lots of gooey smart-ass goodness, like tracks from Beatles' Abbey Road and Feist and Contra's Vampire Weekend and Tom Waits and most importantly, Cake.

Thank you, Cake.  You made yesterday's work day entirely more palatable.  Is it possible  "Love You Madly" has existed for 9 years and I've never known these lyrics or sang them to anyone?  (Even though I've surely thought them? Have not we all?)

I don't want to wonder
If this is a blunder
I don't want to worry whether
We're gonna stay together
'Till we die

I don't want to jump in
Unless this music's thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive

I don't want to fake it
I just want to make it
The ornaments look pretty
But they're pulling down the branches
Of the Tree

I don't want to think about it
I don't want to talk about it
When I kiss your lips
I want to sink down to the bottom
Of the sea

I don't want to hold back
I don't want to slip down
I don't want to think back to the one thing that I know I
Should have done

I don't want to doubt you
Know everything about you
I don't want to sit across the table from you
Wishing I could run

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly

Seriously. And they sound so damn chipper saying it.

(Serious chair dancing resulted.)

To top this, I went to YouTube this morning to find a video -- and it is simply footage from an episode of The Frugal Gourmet, pitting the band's then-drummer against the trumpeter, complete with celebrity guest judges (the late) Rick James and Phyllis Diller, and (the late) Jeff Smith.

Phyllis F#$%ing Diller, in a red-feather boa.

Good times.  Enjoy.