in which I am routinely blown away by my incredible idiocy

I was just now singing along to the song "We've Got a File on You" off Blur's wonderful Think Tank,

Wake up I'll follow you
Wake up I'll follow you
Wake up I'll follow you

Wake up I'll foll-ow you

when I happened to glance at my iTunes and noted the song's title.
"We've Got a File on You"

I also recently learned that the under refrain to the Kanye West song Golddigger is
"I've got a need" and not, as I sing,
"Dom Deluise." I use the term 'learned' loosely in this case, for as much as I may get chided for it, that's still what the line sounds like to me, and thus what I will continue singing.


I'm listening to:
Kanye West- Late Orchestration

Fallimento Italia

Too little, too late, but whatever: I'll take it.

Allez les bleus.

Top 2 in each pool qualify; our Group B consists of France, Italy, the Ukraine, Scotland, Lithuania, Georgia, and the Faroe Islands. Having beaten Georgia 3-0 last week and now Italy 3-1 (hip hip hooray), we're at 6 points. Scotland is too, on goal difference having beaten the Faroe Islands 6-0 last week. Top 2 in each pool qualify. Eat it, bitches.


I'm listening to:
David Bowie- Ziggy Stardust

France v. Italy (again)

I will not be watching today's France v. Italy match. The fellow I am dating couldn't understand this for the life of him, so I broke it down for him into the three possible scenarios:

1. we beat the shit out of Italy. it's a pyrrhic victory after having been denied so brutally the world cup that we most assuredly deserved, and further adds to the Italian myth that the French can only win on their home soil. fuck that.

2. the Italians cream us. Fuck that, too. Were the world cup final a boxing match, they would have won the first half and the French would have won the second half and both the overtimes. Since the world cup actually works on aggregate score, the French lost but we certainly don't merit to lose twice in a row.

3. it's a boring draw with no spark. This is the one that's most likely to happen. And that won't make me happy either.

So instead I would be stuck studying for my Pediatrics oral exam (ha! I'm back in medical school! and it's kicking my butt!) were it not for the whupping I'm going to watch Raphael Nadal administer to Youzhny. Hip hip hooray.


I'm listening to:
David Bowie- Hunky Dory