My wife's so pretty she should come in a bag

Yeah, seriously, she just said that about herself. I really don't know what it means, but just let it be known that she's so pretty she should come in a bag. This was after she just challenged me to write that she was a nag because she was instructing me on how to use the lights in our very complex electrical grid. So, Washingtonians are once again gripped with...the weather. Everyone talks about it like it's the coolest things of all time. I don't think that there would be any news in this part of the world if weather was banned from being a lead news story at ten. They probably would have to go more in depth on all the horrifying crime that occurs here, instead of the nightly glossed over "and some young black man was brutally murdered and left in a sewer. Now, Mary, tell me about how to adopt a cat and I just can't believe that the Redskins are holding practice in such weather. They really are men. And that Joe Gibbs, oh that Joe Gibbs, the greatest coach in the history of the game who will lead this Skins team to the Super Bowl even though they're led by a 36 year old quaterback that can't run any more and a running game that is easily shut down (except when playing against bums like the Niners). So, Redskins and weather. Woohoo. When I think about, I never really hear anything political. When North Korea fired their missles you could catch it at around 30 minutes inot the newscast, after we got to hear about the scorcher outside. Today, some woman reported that she rode around in a Montgomery County ambulance for 2 hours and they didn't respond to a single heat emergency which logically meant, and I'm quoting her here, "That people must be listening to all our advice about the weather." If it weren't for the newscasters, I would be wearing layers tomorrow and swearing off fluids.
I'll never talk about the weather again. It's like when Spencer Bagshaw constantly complained about the temperature in various rooms at the MTC. At the time, I swore I would never complain about the termperature in a room, and I'm really trying to keep that going. Of course, by ignoring the temperature in a room, I do things like not roll up my sleeves because, I tell myself, I shouldn't be concerned about the temeprature. Let it be what it will be. I think Christina will second that I rarely touch the thermostat in our apartment. Typically, she'll request one way or another. Thank you Spencer Bagshaw of Soda Springs, Idaho for making me the weird anti-temperature man I am today. I hope he googles himself and finds this post.
In musical news, I haven't done anything to further my project. Nothing, except find the number one song of 2006. Christina said that it can't be the number one song of 2006 because 2006 isn't finished yet but I flaunt such rules, knowing that no one else will be able to produce a song that can rival this song. When you hear the best song of a year (or a top 5 song), you just know. Everything else wilts and sounds juvenile. As a reviewer in NME stated about Absolution, "it just makes Elephant (by the White Stripes) sound so...small" That's what great music does. It makes the very good music seem like dross. I feel so confidant in this, but I'm worried that Muse's Black Holes and Revelations will have a knock-em-dead stunner (as if Knights of Cydonia wouldn't be teh number one song of the year if it weren't for this song) and I'll look like a fool. Well, I'll stake my claim and make the proclamation that Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars is the best song of the year. You have no idea how hard it is to say this, seeing how I discovered the song watching ABC and a lame-o promo video for Grey's Anatomy came on featuring this song. The song grabbed me and I spent the next four minutes unable to turn the channel as the most ludicrous drivel danced across the screen. The images bit, and bit hard, but that's how good the song was. I bought the album yesterday, listened to it on the pod today and just got the chills. Freaking awesome. Snow Patrol has managed to make two of the best songs of the decade. Bands so rarely string together such awesome songs across albums, but SP has done it. Congratulations. It's a song that sits up there with Run, The Scientist, and Still Life (although I still believe no one can ever EVER reproduce the magic of Still Life. The climax of that song is unrivaled, with the sweep of strings and the entry of Brett's voice. Possible best song of all time, definitely the best unknown song of all time. I know I've mentioned it in a previous post, which just shows how much I like it). I'm thinking about placing Counting Cars on an All-Time Great Mix (Jack knows the mix I've created which he so blasphemously calls Doug's Run of the Mill Mix), which would create an unprecedented 2 songs by the same band on such a mix. Few bands could pull that off (think U2, REM). I think that's enough for tonight.