A list. Because I love lists.

• In the house next door to mine, a kid is having a drum lesson. On a full drum kit. I know this because it is making my brain throb, ever so gently. I realize that future Ringo or Charlie or whoever needs practice (a LOT, by the way), but damn. It's Saturday morning. Why can't they be like the kid in Love Actually and teach her/himself in her/his own bedroom in, like, a week to drum effortlessly? Of course, If I hadn't thrown back those 3 drinks in 20 minutes last night, my brain might not be hurting at all, so this entire rant could be moot.
• "Moot" is a weird word. The most famous use of it is in Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl," when he says "...I want to tell her that I love her but the point is probably moot." It sounds like something they'd say in 1941, like the words "chippie," "moxy," and "broad."
• CalamityRose and I have an idea to pitch to Guthy-Reinker, or whoever sells those music compilations on late-night tv. It's going to be called "Crappy Hilarious Gay Techno Anthems." Due to a misguided wave of Tone Loc nostalgia and a well-meaning cousin who had a subscription to Entertainment Weekly in 1998, I own copies of both "Maximum Dance" (yes, both volumes) and "Hot Dance Mix." These have a few of the afore-mentioned anthems we want to include on our compilation. Mostly, though, I want these songs on it: "OHH You Touch My Tra-la-la" by Royskopp, "What is Love" by Haddaway, "You Better Work" by RuPaul, "Barbie Girl" by Aqua, and "Blue" by...crap, I forgot. As the creator of the compilation, I cannot be bothered by such trifles as artists of the songs. I am open to other suggestions.
• I LOVE SATURDAY. The only immediate plans I have for today involve a quilt, pillow, couch, and Ocean's 11. I will probably be asleep in the first 10 minutes.
• That is all.