Echo echo echo. So quiet these days, huh? And I’m adding to the quiet because for some reason I just don’t feel like blogging; I’m happy and healthy and glad that the “heat wave” finally broke up here in Massachusetts (I still think it’s so cute that they call a heat wave three days in a row with temps over 90 degrees; in Florida, we called that . . . weather). Anyway, it’s back down into the 70’s now, and that’s fine with me; if they’d hold the humidity, so much the better.
As I was saying, there’s no real reason for me not to feel like blogging, I just don’t. I suppose the fact that my laptop spontaneously shuts down at times isn’t helping, but I’m pretty sure it’s the sink fan thing. Again. Sigh. I so need a new laptop, but that’s not on the horizon, alas. But I’m not down about it; inconvenienced, sure, but not down. So what’s with the not wanting to blogness of the mo’? I mean blogging is fun, social, thoughtful, exciting, and a giggle a minute thanks to my many funny friends.
And yet here I am. Posting something because I just saw the funniest thing on television: you know how the iPhones are coming out? Well, they are. They’re $500.00 super phones from Apple that apparently let you surf the “real” internet, make traditional phone calls, and spin straw into gold. People are lining up for them. Seriously. Like they did when the Wii’s came out. I can sort of understand the Wii thing because that was often for kids, and people will sleep in deck chairs on the street to make their kids happy (not sure what people, but some people), but I just saw that the mayor of Philadelphia is waiting in an Apple line for his iPhone. I wish I were kidding. Not the mayor of po-dunk, U. S. A., People, the mayor of the home of the Liberty Bell and the once capital of this fine nation. Is waiting on line for a phone. Where is his staff? I’m sure the good people of Philly pay their hard earned tax dollars for mayoral line standers, no? His response, well, uh, it’s close to City Hall. Unreal.
I also heard that Craig Ferguson will be at the Esplanade in Boston for the Fourth. First, if you’ve never heard of the Fourth of July celebration in Boston, it’s the premier celebration in the U. S., even beating out Washington, D. C.’s I think. Each year they have a different musical guest, the year I went it was Cyndi Lauper (shrug), and the very next year it was Barry Manilow (now I know many of you pretend not to hear me when I say I like him, but I really wished I’d gone that year). Last year it was Joe Perry and Steven Tyler from Aerosmith, and this year, it’s John Mellencamp. Yeah, whatever. But Craig Ferguson will be there, and I think he’s funny. And kind of hot, too, in a has an accent and seems pretty intelligent and witty kind of way. So I am currently pondering the idea of going up for this year’s festivities.
I’m not a get there early kinda gal. Each year, they open the Esplanade at like dawn or something and there’re always hundreds of people lined up to get in. Then they spend all day under the hot sun, peeing in porta-potties, and sweating like pigs. Fun for the whole family. Not me: I come strolling in at about 8:55 p.m., and the fireworks begin at 9:00 p.m. to the beautifully choreographed and gorgeous sounding Boston Pops. Oops, they really begin at 10:30 p.m., shows how many years it’s been since I was there (and how well I read my own links). Anyway, I’d never ooh’d and ahh’d at fireworks in my life until I saw that display; it’s truly amazing and ooh n’ ahh worthy if ever anything was.
The other big news is that the Brockton Fair is back for its 133rd year, and I so want to go to that, too. They have pig racing, and I’ve never seen pig racing. They also have the regular midway, all sorts of entertainment, and beer. Oooh, and fair food; I just love fair food . . . cotton candy and unidentifiable sausage products and big soft pretzels and . . . beer. Ooooh, I really want to go. If nothing else, just to see the pigs racing. That’s got to be good fun, right?
That first (well, and only) pic is of one of my “perfume shelves.” I took the pics in preparation for my perfume blog post, but then got too lazy to use them. And now I’m too lazy to find a pic that “goes” with this blog. Hmmmm . . . wonder if “lazy” is key here?