So, Megan, you unearthed the camera, and the first thing you take pictures of is . . . YOUR BOOKS?!?

Yes. Deal with it.

The Canterbury cup is a Wedgwood my Dad had since before I was born, I think. He had a gazillion pens in it, so I am carrying on the tradition (plus it has a broken handle).

Am I obsessed with Osi Umenyiora because he is a New York Giant, and apparently there is some sort of big game this Sunday? Because I saw him on the Bob Costas show, and he was way charming (not my choice of program, btw, which you probably figured out. The Spouse does an admirable job of making sports more Megan-friendly by pointing out guys who love their moms, or are really hawt, or have interesting lineage)? No. I am obsessed with Mr. Umenyiora because he has ALL THE VOWELS IN HIS LAST NAME ONCE AND ONLY ONCE, and HE’S EVEN GOT A ‘Y!’

Love that. And I know I’ve mentioned it before, but the Picky Vegetarian has a similar deal, she’s got all the vowels in her full name. Like Julia Roberts. Or sequoia. Or education, cautioned and auctioned (which are, of course, anagrams of each other).

Good luck, Mr. U. I’m rooting for you.

Courtesy of The Imaginary World

The Son, the 6,000 Book Owner Dad and I were at the beach today. While there, a trio of girls were listening to their iPods, and one started singing Rick Springfield’s “Jessie’s Girl.” I do not think that is the worst song ever, it’s super-catchy, in fact, but I can’t fathom actually choosing to listen to it on an iPod (and then listening to Tony Orlando & Dawn’s “Knock Three Times”!)

But it led me to wonder–what is the worst song ever? For me, it would have to be Paul Anka’s “Having My Baby,” but that is because he is Canadian, Canada has a Canadian content law that says a certain percentage of songs played on the radio have to be from Canadian artists, and my family and I were traveling through Canada the summer it was out. Ergo, I heard it once every ten minutes for a month.

Of course, that is a personal moment in time colored by the agony of traveling with my family hearing a song I despised; a priori (have I mentioned I [heart] Kant?) what are the worst songs ever?

There are bands I dislike; Violent Femmes, Fine Young Cannibals, Four Seasons (Frankie Valli’s voice makes my skin crawl), Journey, Rush (like fingernails on a chalkboard), and Abba.

But I can’t think of specific songs; “You Light Up My Life,” “Feelings,” and “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer” are all up there, but are they the worst?

What’s your nomination for the worst?

I TOTALLY asked the husband during the Oscars tonight if the dance troupe was Pilobolus. And I was right!

(Yes, I also TOTALLY have insomnia. It is indeed three in the morning, and I need to get up in four hours. Big drat of sleeplessness).