I turned on the oven and cracked open the door so I'd be warm. I have sunk this low, people. Thanks to Josh, formerly of TX, for the tip. Hi to Ian, so he'll feel special.

What am I listening to? I know you're thinking it.
Okay. I must preface this with an explanation.

I like really bad things. For pure cheese value.
I love Showgirls. I love that movie. Why? Because it's awful.
An example:
"You got more natural talent when you dance than anyone I've seen."
Ahem. It has to be seen to be believed. I have a similar love for bad music. Some people, when going to 80's nights, want to hear the songs they really like to dance to. Well...yeah, that's fine. But don't you get tired of hearing the same thing? Really. Pick up an 80's compilation. Look at the track list, and be truly honest. Were you listening to that, or El DeBarge? Did you really like that stuff when you were younger? Isn't there some deep need in your soul to hear some Richard Marx, or Loverboy? Poison? Ratt? Come on, people. I know I'm not the only one who is proud to remember the words to "All I Need" by Jack (Formerly of General Hospital, currently of Melrose Place) Wagner.

All...I...need
Is just a little more time
To be sure...what I feel
Isn't all in my mind
Cause it seems so hard to belieeeeve
That you're all I need.

Or I'm just deluding myself. In any case, you're getting the idea.
So, with that explanation in mind:

Yeah. It's them.
I'm sorry. I'm sure the high opinion *snort* you all have of me has dropped dramatically. I can't help it. Mike did it to me, and then, I really couldn't help myself. The cheese of Spice beckoned me like Elizabeth Berkeley's stellar performance as a bad ass fighting against the evil coke-snorting lesbian (played by Gina "Ladies and Gentlemen, Crystal has left the building" Gershon, who went on to better evil lesbian roles) had. Well, that and the shot of her in jeans. Whoever costumed Ms. Berkeley for that movie either hated her, was on some sort of medication, or didn't want to hide the girl's flaws.
Wow. That was nasty. Anyway...
I've developed a Spice thing. I don't think they're good actors, or singers (excluding Mel C, who does okay) or that they write good songs. The fact that Ms. Halliwell (aka Traitor Spice, according to Mike) has been appointed a U.N. Ambassador kinda scares me. But they're like a car wreck. A much more amusing one than most. I mean, these women are horribly overdone, wear some seriously odd clothing, and have marketed themselves as some sort of Feminism Lite, but if you step back from the hype and the obscene popularity (that can be offensive at times), you can see it for how really funny it is. And, well...
It's got a good beat, and you can dance to it. I'd give it a 67.
*grins*
I also love the fact that you can't tell whether they wrote that one song for the Pepsi commercial, or the Pepsi commercial picked it. Or that you can't tell whether they really take themselves seriously at all. I mean, could you, when it comes right down to it?

I can't believe, that out of nothing better to do, I'm going off about the Spice Girls. Man. I must be tired.

Sheila, who works at LUSH, therefore we worship her (Free Bath Bombs!), came by tonight, and coiled my hair. Wish I'd washed it first, as I'm going to have to take it out tomorrow. Shelia used to be a pretty regular staple on the gaming scene, but dropped out of sight after breaking up with another of the gamers. She's fun, sometimes, but she's one of those people who you can never be sure as to whether they like you or not. I've avoided her due to this, most times, but she's been much more easy to read of late. Possibly due to mellowing, or due to her current SO. In any case, the night was spent in Buffydom, courtesy of Mike, and chatting. It was fun. I didn't end up going to class due to an odd stomach weirdness, and told Dawn we'd catch up tomorrow. I also spent a good deal of time trying to get a hold of my grandmother, in town for tests. I wasn't able to, and now feel guilty. Guilt is a common thing with me. All the things I should be doing...

By the way, I got to talk to the people I wanted to talk to. I feel better now.

I'm going to regret this in the morning, aren't I?

Slam it to the Left!
Shake it to the right!
Chicas to the front!
Go round...