What, now?

You know how the iTunes Store sometimes recommends music you'd like?

Yeah.

Um.

We don't like the Hanson.

So we get these email mailings

And they say things like this:

(OMS) --

The polls are closed in Kentucky and votes are being counted in Oregon, and it's clear that tonight we have reached a major milestone on this journey.

We have won an absolute majority of all the delegates chosen by the people in this Democratic primary process.

From the beginning, this journey wasn't about me or the other candidates. It was about a simple choice -- will we continue down the same road with the same leadership that has failed us for so long, or will we take a different path?

Too many of us have been disappointed by politics and politicians more times than you can count. We've seen promises broken and good ideas drowned in a sea of influence, point-scoring, and petty bickering that has consumed Washington.

Yet, in spite of all the doubt and disappointment -- or perhaps because of it -- people have stood for change.

Unfortunately, our opponents in the other party continue to embrace yesterday's policies and they will continue to employ yesterday's tactics -- they will try to change the subject, and they will play on fears and divisions to distract us from what matters to you and your future.

But those tactics will not work in this election.

They won't work because you won't let them.

Not this time. Not this year.

We still have work to do to in the remaining states, where we will compete for every delegate available.

But tonight, I want to thank you for everything you have done to take us this far -- farther than anyone predicted, expected, or even believed possible.

And I want to remind you that you will make all the difference in the epic challenge ahead.

Thank you,

Barack Obama

We do love us some horoscopes

Quickie: The universe is finally giving you the green light to proceed with your plans -- go!

Um. That's what she, well, nevermind.

Yay for the universe!

True story from within the car

So some of you -- well, the four of you who know we're back -- know we've been commuting unGodly amounts of hours for an unGodly amount of time this decade. A side effect of said commute is the ability to randomly kick sweet dance moves in the car to pretty much everything.

Yesterday, it was the Backstreet Boys.

We admit it, we have a, um, soft spot for these fellas with the weird facial hair and tough guy tattoos. Wait. Did we just describe ourselves? EFF. But we digress.

"Tell me whyeeeeeeee" is one of our favorite lyrics to sing. You try it. And tell us it's not contagious. Like the Polio or some sh*t.

Oh. And Danny Tanner's not Gay.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

A word about Fingerprint Girl

So she took us early (hey now). She had a nose ring. Always hot. No, she wasn't a cutter. She was artsy and ponytailey and laughed. A lot. She told us to relax and she grabbed our ol' sweaty fingers (seriously? OMS sweats, y'all. Why is this?) and she gently scanned in proof that we have no criminal record.

Now, then, how does one seal the deal with Fingerprint Girl?

It's the same sh*t with German Waitress at the Greek Restaurant Girl and Alexi the Hot Bartender at Kabin Girl and, Christ, Heather the Running Shoe Sales Girl who laughed when we said we look like a muppet when running through town.

Does one just say, "Hey. You hot. (Us) interested. Let's do this"? Or does one keep waiting for Cupid to smack us upside the face and be all, duh, dude, get digits? Either way, Fingerprint Girl was hot.

Just sayin'.