Flippin' sweet.

Even though I work at/from home, I still savor the weekends. There's much less hint of a routine or schedule to go by. It's liberating. Today I will pay homage to the leisure gods by sharing some good, clean fun.

It will be necessary for continuity's sake to provide a bit of background information here about my blogging circumstances. I am new to the whole thing and wasn't sure where to begin. So I chose to cover all bases/ not put all my eggs in one basket / play the field and simultaneously post this mammajamma in 3 places. I figure that trial and error will guide me since I lack any expertise or insight. So far, so good. And how hard is it to copy and paste a document into 3 places (tweaking a couple of things in each place for formatting's sake)? I'm at least as smart as the average bear so I'm doing relatively well. With a few grimaces and "doh!"s here and there when I paste pictures in using the wrong code, etc, it's all coming together.

One version of my blog is on Blogger (aka Blogspot). A very nice resource indeed. And as I was reading headlines yesterday I noticed that one of their masterminds, Eric Case, is leaving to pursue new projects. Even from what little I have discovered I can see that this is one smart dude. I mean, I love my life, but I'd actually like to BE this guy after reading a bit about his history (how he got started and what he's done). And how can you not like a guy whose clique includes MC Hammer? To quote my husband, "That s#it is TIGHT!"

If you've fallen off of my stream of consciousness at this point, shame on you. It should be obvious that we're now talking about MC Hammer. I will confess that I love me some Hammer. It's true. I actually saw him in concert when I was a young semper trooplette. And, in case you were wondering, he did in fact "turn that mutha out." But for our purposes today my point is this: he has a nifty little blog going. And color me motivated when I found this little gem he posted back at the end of March. True, it's a bit unfair that someone else should get the full glory of the Running Man when I've been keeping the fire burning myself all these years (for this as well as the incomparable Roger Rabbit)-- but let's face it-- my exposure has been minimal at best. I will accept my lot in life and move on, just feeling validated that there are other true believers out there.

In honor of weekend bliss, I submit The Running Man. Thanks, Hammer.

-Signed,

The girl in Myrtle Beach, SC during the summer of '92 with the heat activated "You Can't Touch This" t-shirt.