Ready, Steady Girls!
Loyal readers of this lofty blog will no doubt remember one of my longtime-dearest-friends on the planet, record producer/composer Peitor Angell, owner of Frixion Records in Los Angeles. (He produces records for a number of Disco Divas, but he also records his own work as his alter ego, Monte Carlo & His Orchestra.) (How's that for a plug?) Anyway...
He often sends me links to YouTube videos of 60s French singers that I then regale you with here -- France Gall was a recent viewing delight. Now, he's sent me this fabulous link: www.readysteadygirls.eu/. It's to Graham Welch's site dedicated to "Europe's fabbest girl singers of the 1960s." If you love those ye-ye girls (I am too lazy to do the html for the French accents -- sorry, gang), then you will love this site!
No News from Others!
And the news from moi remains the same: I am still typing away. But I am almost done. I had thought Friday would be the final day, but I was wrong. I really over-estimated the amount of typing my fingers and/or brain could handle in one stretch. And then the weekend was tricky because it was a balmy 2 degrees Fahrenheit around these parts and my furnace couldn't really keep up with it; my house was freezing and so were my wee bonnie typing fingers! I was forced to spend a good portion of the frozen time un-stagnating my chi and blasting Billy Idol's Greatest Hits and just thinking about life.
However, today is a new day, the start of a new week, and I feel 100% totally certain that this book will be finished within the next 24 hours. Yay! I am totally toasty now, having decided last night to keep the electric space heater on the entire night (and deal with the electric bill some other fine day). I had on my flannel jammies, the flannel sheets were on the bed along with three blankets and two intensely warm & furry cats. We all slept like toasty wee bonnie little logs. Me thinks, though, that when the time comes for a man of the human variety to spend an entire night in my bed, there will be some really pissed-off cats around here. For some reason, they like girls -- well, okay, women, since I don't really have much of an attraction to little girls; but, boy, do they not like men. And boy are they really, really getting used to spending the entire night sleeping with their human gal-pal in her otherwise empty queen-sized bed... and why is it that no matter how huge and empty a bed is, cats will still sleep right on top of you? (I know; body heat, but I prefer to believe it's because I am utterly captivating.)
Well! Okay, gang. Going to get crackin' around here. Have a happy Monday wherever you're at and thanks for visiting! See ya.
He often sends me links to YouTube videos of 60s French singers that I then regale you with here -- France Gall was a recent viewing delight. Now, he's sent me this fabulous link: www.readysteadygirls.eu/. It's to Graham Welch's site dedicated to "Europe's fabbest girl singers of the 1960s." If you love those ye-ye girls (I am too lazy to do the html for the French accents -- sorry, gang), then you will love this site!
No News from Others!
And the news from moi remains the same: I am still typing away. But I am almost done. I had thought Friday would be the final day, but I was wrong. I really over-estimated the amount of typing my fingers and/or brain could handle in one stretch. And then the weekend was tricky because it was a balmy 2 degrees Fahrenheit around these parts and my furnace couldn't really keep up with it; my house was freezing and so were my wee bonnie typing fingers! I was forced to spend a good portion of the frozen time un-stagnating my chi and blasting Billy Idol's Greatest Hits and just thinking about life.
However, today is a new day, the start of a new week, and I feel 100% totally certain that this book will be finished within the next 24 hours. Yay! I am totally toasty now, having decided last night to keep the electric space heater on the entire night (and deal with the electric bill some other fine day). I had on my flannel jammies, the flannel sheets were on the bed along with three blankets and two intensely warm & furry cats. We all slept like toasty wee bonnie little logs. Me thinks, though, that when the time comes for a man of the human variety to spend an entire night in my bed, there will be some really pissed-off cats around here. For some reason, they like girls -- well, okay, women, since I don't really have much of an attraction to little girls; but, boy, do they not like men. And boy are they really, really getting used to spending the entire night sleeping with their human gal-pal in her otherwise empty queen-sized bed... and why is it that no matter how huge and empty a bed is, cats will still sleep right on top of you? (I know; body heat, but I prefer to believe it's because I am utterly captivating.)
Well! Okay, gang. Going to get crackin' around here. Have a happy Monday wherever you're at and thanks for visiting! See ya.
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