But I'm suppose to be Susan!

Song of the day: "My Name is Not Susan" Whitney Houston

A long forgotten dance gem in my opinion.

I loved "talking out" of this song on the radio, because simple humor amuses me most.

" 10:52, Whitney Houston there, who's not Susan, but I am!"

I used to think that was sooo funny. But it probably wasn't to most people. Which can explain alot.

Yes, my name is Susan. And I'm here to claim it.

What got me on this protective Susan rant is something I just read about- a new "mockumentary" that will be appearing on the web. And it stars Sarah Silverman. Who I don't particularly care for. I don't know why. Some would say it's jealousy. But whatever, the point is...her characters name is SUSAN! grrrrr.

But of course I've just given the show a plug, so there you go. Any P.R is better than no P.R I always say. Look at Britney if you don't belive me for heavens sakes!

But I digress...

Sarah Silverman playing a Susan is not as bad as the mother of all eyebrows lady who I really really don't care for, Brooke Shields who did a show called "Suddenly Susan" for what seemed like forever. I could NOT believe Susan was her characters name. I took it as a personal assault. Back then I was on the air and I would rail about it constantly. The universe had plotted against me. That too would probably explain alot.

Cute Susan side note, while Googling for "Suddenly Susan" I came across a interesting little blog by that name.

See, my "Susan bashing" is random. For example, I didn't mind Madonna's character being called Susan in "Desperately Seeking Susan".

Although I always wonder-Why does the flower's name have to be Black Eyed Susan??

Why are trays that rotate around called a Lazy SUSAN???

Yes, my name is Susan and I'm a bit of a a nut job.

It's been about six months since I started this blog, and I wasn't quite sure where I was going with it. I just knew it was something I really wanted to do. And felt I should do. People have been asking me, what is your blog about? And I usually say "pop culture", which is partially true. But really it's about me I guess, and my little observations on the world. And it's a release for rants that would normally be reserved for the radio.

We are all "me centric". We all think the universe revolves around us, and can't understand why people would not agree with us, hence the reason there is so much bickering going on in the world.

I used to say, "I'm the sun, and you are all planets circling me"
And someone said to me, "Well in that case, I want to be Pluto, as far away from the sun as possible"

That brings you down a peg.

Because in the end, it's the over sized ego that gets you, no matter what your name is.

The Recovering Driver Vents

Song of the Day: "Baby You Can Drive My Car"-The Beatles

For someone who grew up in a town that used to make cars, it's a little ironic that I kinda hate cars sometimes.  If I never had to drive again, I would be very happy indeed. 

Today was "take the car in for a variety of things" day.  It's a bit of a production around here as we only have one car.  

Luckily, I live in a city with mass transit so I can take a bus home.  They dealership has a shuttle but ugh, then  you have to talk to people.  If you're not in the mood, the bus offers some nice quiet time to read and reflect. 

But long story short, this is probably the 3rd or 4th time I have taken the car in and the same thing happens.  

"Hello, what seems to be the problem?" asks Mr. Dealership Man

"Well", I say " We need an oil change, some light is on, blah blah, oh and the brakes still squeak." 

Mr. Dealership Man looks up and says, "Ma'am the brakes on these cars are PERFORMANCE brakes, German engineered cars like this have high-end blah blah blah..." He begins to sound like the teachers on the "Peanuts"

So I respond, " You guys say this to me every time. I don't understand why it's OK for brakes to squeak! And here;s the thing, my husband picked out this car, not me, so truth be told,  if it were up to me, I'd never buy another car like this again." 

A hush falls over the place, and everyone is looking at me, like in an E. F Hutton commercial.  

Finally old lady dressed to the nines standing next to me whispers loudly, "I'm on my 9th one". 

Activities commence, the work order is finished by a much crankier Mr. Dealership Man who is pounding the bejesus out of the keyboard.  

Speaking of German engineering, don't get me started on that STUPID Brooke Shields TV spot they play everywhere for Volkswagon.  Just when I was beginning to like her, as I wrote a few weeks ago.

Beep Beep and Beep Beep yeah, indeed!

What Lipstick Goes with Jungle?

Song of the day “ Love to Hate you”- Erasure

“Joe-please, why don’t you save your pump and dump adventures for your blog?”

Quote from the dark haired babe Victory on NBC’S “Lipstick Jungle”

Victory.  What kind of a name is that??

Andrew McCarthy plays Joe.  I loved loved loved him in “St. Elmo’s Fire”. And “Joy Luck Club” and “Pretty In Pink” What am I missing? But man, he’s gotten old.

I digress.  The quote “Save the Adventures for your Blog” struck me as very funny. 

Funny ha ha, not funny peculiar.

Funny that it’s so commonplace to have a blog now.  Or at the very least a Facebook page.  

Ahh Facebook (cue the Homer Simpson Voice) I love me my Facebook.

We’ve become a bunch of navel grazers.(edit note: that would be navel GAZERS-thanks to the "bankrupt divorcee- I screwed up how to publish your comment :) We think the 

minutiae of our daily lives is interesting to others.   Well I know mine is…heh heh.

But back to the “Jungle”- I didn’t watch it last season.  I must confess I watched it last night because one of my friends posted on Facebook she was waiting for the season premiere. 

So I thought what the heck, I’ll check it out too.  Yeah, I’m that easily swayed.

One reason I didn’t initially watch “Lipstick Jungle” was mostly due to a long simmering hatred of Brooke Shields. I don’t know why I detested her soooooo much, but when I was younger, I really did. 

Maybe it was the eyebrows.

Or the fact that I could never fit, let alone afford Calvin Klein’s. And then ol’ B.S played a character named SUSAN on “ Suddenly Susan”. I was irate.  The nerve of her.

But then suddenly Susan stopped hating her.

Perhaps even grudgingly I don’t mind her in small doses.  No motive for the turnaround, it just happened.

It’s like the person in high school who was your arch nemesis-for no real reason you can recall now. You just LOVED TO HATE THEM.  You were always on opposite ends.

But as a so called grown up, you might run into old enemies and have some pleasant conversations.  All bad blood from the past is washed away for the most part.

It’s like that with Brooke and me.

I am sure she is very relived.