Then again, when am I not random here?
I was listening to the radio the other day and that goofy earworm song "Ben" from the Jackson Five came on. Yep, high pitched Michael belting out this mellow tune that was destined for dental offices everywhere.
But then I remembered that "Ben" was a rat in a cheesy horror flick. You listen to the song and the words and you'd swear that Michael was talking about a gay relationship with somebody named Ben, not a rat.
Why waste the effort? This is sort of like me writing a song about my latest bowel movement.
You're leaving me boo-hoo...
I mean, good grief, could we have a less inspiring reality to a song? I know, I'll get a dozen people reminding me of other ridiculous realities to songs as soon as I post this. Well, that is I would have had I not lost nearly my entire readership by not posting and staying involved in the blogsphere...
But I digress...
I'm gearing up to watch the Tour de France again this July. You have to be a die hard fanatic these days to watch what with all the doping scandals. I mean they literally wiped out the official standings during Lance Armstrong's era of races. Imagine the conversation:
Average person: Who won the Tour de France back in 2002?
Cyclist Fanatic: Nobody. There is no official winner.
Average person: Did they all not finish?
Cyclist Fanatic: No, they just all cheated.
Average person: Oh. Well who was the fastest cheater?
Cyclist Fanatic: Well...that year it was Lance Armstrong...but they don't recognize cheaters.
Average person: Hmmm...guess it'll save on printing costs when they publish the records