Well, thank God I put in for three days' vacation next week; I can use that time to recuperate from a sinus infection.
Damn, damn, damn. Because God knows I didn't want to do anything FUN with my vacation, like going to DC to see my mom and RELAX for a few days, no. Why relax when you can become a disgusting snot-monster?
Perhaps the warm, tropical climate of DC will help me heal faster. Like sending people with tuberculosis (tuberculites? Tuberculosists? "Consumptives" is so five minutes ago) to Arizona or New Mexico. (Actually now that I think about it, breathing steam is very good for breaking up congestion in your sinus cavities and lungs. Thanks, Grandma! Unfortunately, it's February, and even in August DC is not that
Anyway, in other news, how badly do I want to be in Australia right now so I could watch their version of "So You Think You Can Dance"? Really, really badly. YouTube is very much not equal to the task. And - maybe towers_of_ivory
or any other Ozzies can answer a few questions for me: 1) Why is, like, pretty much every number danced to techno or electronica or some variation thereof? (Or Celine Dion, but she's all over the US version, too; I'm sure she's got some sort of clause in her contract with the devil.) Or an electronic remix of "Big Spender"? What was with that
? I do not remember so much drum 'n' bass in the oriinal. Is this the work of Kylie Minogue? 2) What is "boogaloo"? Is that secretly an Aboriginal word that was somehow appropriated for the best sequel title ever? Is this a genuine dance style? Or are the SYTYCDOz producers just inventing new dance genres from whole cloth? Because to me, boogaloo looks like a strange combination of funk and early 80s hip-hop, with a little popping and locking thrown in, and also everyone is wearing zoot suits. Which - don't get me wrong, I think it's time for the zoot suit to make a comeback.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to extract another 2.3 pounds of mucus from my sinus cavities, and have some soup.
Um, those two things are not related, except through the vagaries of chronology. It's tomato soup.