(Why Am I So Obsessed With Nancy Drew Right Now?)

I made up this theme song for my radio plays: (I thought it was pretty good.)

"She's got a lawyer-father and lots of poise

She treats her competition like her bathtub toys

She'll go investigate at any creaky noise

And she's got an awful hatred of the Hardy Boys!

Whenever there's a mystery, she's always there (but)

When it comes to solving it she hasn't got a prayer

She's always been a wuss but she'll take any dare

If you call her a ginger for her "titan" hair

She's Nancy Drew and she's a psychopath

The Hardy Boys have forever incurred her wrath

For beating her at every mystery

The world has ever seen - 

She's Nancy Drew!"

I'm thinking Lars for the singing. Oh yeah.

First Try! or All Right, Let's See If This Thing Works! (Wit, from Odyssey)

(9:25 p.m.) 

     I am sitting in a chair in my yard with bare feet and writing - hey! - a blog entry! My very first one! Dusk is just finally settling over everything, Sheba just ran away from me... mosquitoes are buzzing in my ears... literally... I've never heard them actually buzzing before, this is weird. Aaand I look pret-ty dumb flailing my arms every which way around my head at regular intervals. Good thing no one's out this late. My ear itches. "Are we there yet?"