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Posted: 01.04.2003
Baby, remember my name
I got this in the mail today for Jana -- could there be a more appropriate shirt? For those of you who don't know / know of Jana, she's known me from back in the day. When I <audible gasp> wore acid wash jeans and everything. We lived across the hall from one another our freshman years at OU.


Speaking of going down memory lane, I found an old song last night that had been long-forgotten. I remember singing this sucker at the top of my lungs often in the fourth grade with Robyn Harlow. So now you can join me.


And in case you missed it in the comments yesterday (because I missed it, too, dammit) -- I was mentioned on yesterday's "Call For Help". That episode re-airs Monday at 9 a.m. EST if you want to check it out. You know you do. Yes, you dooooooo. (Thanks again, Chris!)

UPDATE: I have the audio from the CFH segment saved here.



Hey boy take a look at me...let me dirty up your mind...



I like that image! I think I need one of those in a not-so-subtle fuchsia!

¤ ¤ credit: Da Goddess | 01.04.03 at 04:54 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

hey, do you want me to TiVo the ep and send it to you?

¤ ¤ credit: Lisa, Gal of Unix | 01.04.03 at 05:25 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

We're gonna tape it on Monday morning, or the Dick gets it! ;-) Thanks!

¤ ¤ credit: robyn | 01.04.03 at 05:56 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

OMG, I remember hearing that song years ago...Thanks for posting the links for the lyrics, I can finally understand it! bopping to the groove. *wink*

¤ ¤ credit: DianeG | 01.04.03 at 06:25 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Ya know, when you see something and it just screams your name... well, that was screaming ROBYN!!! Sorry it was so late, but happy 30th.

¤ ¤ credit: jana | 01.06.03 at 11:24 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

4th Grade? Sheesh, am I getting old. Let's see, when I was in 4th grade we had "Amie" by Pure Prairie League and "Ballroom Blitz" by Sweet and the classic "Fire" by the Ohio Players, although I didn't know any of this existed, since my dad was a jazz nazi. I am grateful to him now for my musical appreciation, although I never saw any of my friends at the Maynard Ferguson concerts.

¤ ¤ credit: Lunchbox | 01.06.03 at 11:37 AM | link--this ¤ ¤




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