If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times, "I've only told you once!"

Shock!

Amazement!

Surprise!

disappointment!

These are some of the feelings that are running through your head seeing as i have posted twice in one decade, or week. Yes I am am blogging mode once more. But as we approach the one year anniversary of what Instant Classic has become, I must say that the blogging world is different now than it once was.

But that's ok, I really am not going to talk about that now. In fact i have no idea what I am going to talk about now.

Man, I hate having random songs in my head, well only sometimes. But what's worse is when you only remember the first few lines of a song.

"What ever happened to predictability? The milk man, the paper boy, the evening tv"

Skip some lines

"Everywhere you look (everywhere you look) there's a heart, in need..."

Skip some lines

"What ever happened to predictability? The milk man, the paper boy, the evening tv"

Skip some lines

"Everywhere you look (everywhere you look) there's a heart, in need..."

Skip some lines

etc.

Annoying huh?

That's exactly what I am thinking. But seriously, whatever happened to those days? When you actually TGIFed for TGIF. (To correct any confusion, it's Thank Goodness It's Friday) Which when you really think about it is TGIIF. But that just doesn't flow. So that was when I actually watched TV and thought, this is funny. But now, I don't. Actually, looking back I know there was a show that I didn't really care for but I was actually addicted to. Heck, we all were. Except for maybe Joy and Priscilla who didn't get to enjoy TGIF but they were addicted to it in their minds. (Chew on that one for a few good seconds!) It was a love hate relationship to be sure. It was sometimes painful to watch, but for some reasons it was a good pain. Good old Full House. One of my favorites was when Jesse had gotten signed to a record deal for Forever and they wanted to make it Hammer style (those precious, precious 90s). Then Jesse was going to pull out and Michelle offered her ant farm savings. And then, just like in real life, the head exec of the record company stopped by with his token black rapper gangsta and Jesse sprang the big news. So he was going to let Jesse leave but, oh no, the Fam. wouldn't have that! I'm not sure if it was Joey kicking himself in the butt or the fact that Jesse had gotten another offer, "enough to buy a farm" (And he wasn't even lying! Genius! Of course that would have worked in reality!) that convinced the exec to let Jesse have his way, but that was sure good family values conveyed right there.

Another interesting fact is that pets always are as themselves. In the credits it would be "Comet as himself". The tv people had exhausted their creative capabilities coming up with names such as "Danny" and "Joey" that when they got to the dog they just couldn't think of anything else. But I do agree, naming pets is one of the hardest things to do, probably harder than naming kids because with pets, there is always that off chance that you will have to yell it outside at 2 am or put missing posters up. So naming a pet is dangerous. Just think:

"Nancy Kerrigan! Come! Come inside this instant! Nancy Kerrigan sit! Sit! Bad Nancy Kerrigan bad! Get inside this house right now!"

"Missing our beloved pet, "Humpy" is missing. Please contact 555-5963 if you see a gray-black sheepdog. He is characteristic for chasing cars, barking at squirrels and (fill in the blank)."

Right...

Of course naming a kid could be just as bad, because teachers have to call out your name when you are getting a paper back.

"Ezra Jehosophat Dean, are you listening! Come get your paper!"

I also think it's hilarious when people are proud of their names. Usually I'm proud of achievements, not of being bold enough to have a name. Heck, it's a bolder move to NOT have a name. And then (now I'm cracking myself up) there are those people who name for the meaning of the name. Don't get me wrong, meanings are cool and all but it has to sound good before the meaning comes into play. There is a Wiccan (aka witch) in my Philosophy class and we were talking about names the other day. She really liked the word "terra" because it means earth. But she didn't like the spelling so she decided to change is to Taira.
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Yeah, that's what I was thinking. But then of course it came to Taira Rose which means, "Flower of the earth".

Flower of the earth? As opposed to flowers that grow in outer space? No wonder wiccans think that there are earth spirits all around. Flipping idiots.

Then I another person said they really liked the name Kali. There is a hindu person in our class that said that "Kali" is some underworld diety. A+ on research.

Finally I will leave you with this stupid person's name, actually it was the girl right next to me. She was really proud of thinking up this one. Brittany.

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Afer the statue - Brittania.

'Cause nothing in, say, France is called Britanny. Nothing big like a province. Nothing else in England called Britannia, either. Nothing big like...England.
Their hatred of this particular woman is the only thing England and France have agreed on since 1066.

Seriously though, naming a kid can be really hard, I only hope that when the time comes for me to name my kid, I will be just as smart as these people and not have kids if I'm going to name them stupid things.