fist pumps and telethons

let's get one thing cleared up right off the bat. so we're all on the same page. wtf is up with the name of this blog? well, let me tell you, friend. i have a slight obsession with pop culture -- music, tv, film, you name it and i spend way too much time thinking about it. i can't really name the time or place when this obsession came to brew, but i can tell you the first she-crush i had: Donna Jo Margaret Tanner.




that's right. she was slightly chubby, loved the knee-raising fist pump, occasionally thew in the mid-western accent even though she was from the Bay area (though, to be fair, only when accompanied by a "Oh Mylanta!"), and goddam could that girl sing! she had gusto. and most everyone has forgotten about her. and that, friends, is a shame.

we laughed with her, we cried with her (shut your face off if you are actually sitting here pretending you could hold it together when the violins cued and the mom reappeared in the form of a fun family video talking about much she loved her girls), and we begged her to just eat that bologna sandwich and stop feeding it to Comet before she passes out on the treadmill at the family gym before she even got to Kathy Santoni's birthday party! PLEASE stop eating ice pops and listen to Aunt Becky when she says to eat some lean chicken without the skin!!

i digress.

i really have no business creating a blog. that's a fact. but maybe it'll get me more friends. or someday someone will slap me on the shoulder and slide a pint of Sam Summer in front of me at the bar and say "You can't name all 50 states and their capitals." and i will. and they'll say "A person like you ought to have a blog." and i'll tell them i do. and all this will be worth it. someday...