Friday, June 1, 2012

Broken Cooch

If I had a daily theme song, (which I really should!) sidenote: start compiling list for daily theme song selection, then the song for today would be Broken Face by the Pixies, only instead of face it would be cooch.  And having a discussion with myself about substituting Face for Cooch in any context sounds extremely dirty.  (I'd say like 50 Shades of Grey dirty, except I technically can't draw that comparison based on any real observation seeing as someone needs to hurry up and finish The Hunger Games trilogy and board the mommy porn train!)

And why does someone have a broken cooch you ask?  Oh well, only because I decided to try spinning for the first time today.  I decided that they must make the spinning bike seats as uncomfortable as they are because it's the only way they can get you to do the hard core stuff standing up off the seat...  Very good workout though I have to say.  I actually really enjoyed it and plan to go again, so that's something anyway.

I wonder how bad it is for men?  There were quite a few men in the class this morning and now that I've given it some thought, I'm quite curious.  I had to do a fair amount of repositioning, leaning forward, backward, weight on the sitz bones, standing up, just to preserve my lady parts as much as possible!  But I imagine that men may not have quite that range of motion to work with...

So the daily theme song got me thinking about how I really need to work on my iPod playlist for the marathon.  If you consider that the average song length is probably 3:30 to 4:00, then I probably want in the range of 100 songs in my marathon playlist.  That would be about 5hr 50min to 6hr 40min of music.  Although I'll probably want to rock out to Kelly Clarkson's What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger) more than once (or 3 or 10 times), so I guess I should probably aim for slightly fewer songs to allow for some motivating repeats.

<Sigh> Of course, like my theme song for today, anything Pixies reminds me of Jill and makes me sad, especially Where is my mind? we used to listen to that on repeat over and over in high school trying to figure out what the F- were the lyrics in the verse that started "I was swimming in the Carribean..." and then we'd continue "Animals were hiding behind the rocks.  Except for a little fish.  And they told me he's swimming, trying to talk to me Kuai Kaui", which didn't exactly make sense, but it was all sort of tropical related (except Hawaii's obviously not in the Carribean...but whatever poetic license, right?)  Only now (thanks internet!) looking at the actual song lyrics do I see that it's Coy Koi.  I'm positive I had never heard of Koi in high school, so I definitely would never have figured that out anyway.  In fact, I'm pretty sure I can thank Scott Baio (as in Scott Baio is 45...and Single), and yes, I'm serious, for familiarizing me with Koi with his Koi pond.  Although I'm pretty sure I always knew what they were, just not that they're called Koi.  

Speaking of getting song lyrics wrong, I always loved that Cingular Wireless (omg, remember them?) commercial where the guys are debating the lyrics to The Clash's Rock the Casbah, and the one guy thinks it's "lock the cashbox", but the other guy actually convinces him it's really "stop the catbox" because that makes sense!  Note to self: add Rock the Casbah to marathon playlist.

Nobody in the world has ever been able to memorize song lyrics like Jill though.  Her brain was like a human hard drive of song lyrics...and movie quotes.  I'm pretty sure she was the only person I knew who knew all the weird lyrics to Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit.  I'm glad she only ever used this incredible talent for good and not evil.

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