Daily Doodle: Curious Cat
Song of the Day: Rump Shaker by Wreckx-N-Effect
Musical Pipe Dream: I’m rapping Teddy’s part to a crowd at a county fair. When it gets to the DeBarge part, everybody starts singing along. “I like the way you comb your hair …”
Blurb 1/365: Six minutes, Shirley Fresh, you’re on.
Daily Doodle: Flying Toast
Song of the Day: The Bizness by De La Soul featuring Common
Musical Pipe Dream: I choose this song for a lip-sync battle and I WIN.
Blurb 1/365: Stress is relative, but there is no place for it in my family.
Daily Doodle: Dinosaur Hedge
Song of the Day: Shoop by Salt-n-Pepa
Musical Pipe Dream: I’m attending a karaoke contest and there are a group of women singing this song. They all have name tags on and a woman named Susan starts rapping Spinderella’s part. She’s all smiles but comes to a halt upon the line, “and he knows that my name is not Susan”.
Blurb 1/365: Sweet dreams.
Daily Doodle: The Bings and the Maraschinos Go Bowling
Song of the Day: Bust a Move by Young MC
Musical Pipe Dream: I’m dancing like Patrice in Coming to America when she’s trying to impress Akeem.
Blurb 1/365: I dreamt about a toy called “Potato Man Dan” which was basically a Mr. Potato Head, but the accessories that you attached to it were made of metal. So the box came with all the metal accessories, wire, a paper cup, toothpicks, and a small light bulb. Potato not included. You’d get your own potato and the toy was intended to be built into a potato battery.
In my dream, the writer Jenny Johnson tweeted about the toy and told parents to get this toy for their kids and sing them a confusing jingle about connecting the wires in a certain way with the intention of the kids receiving a small electric shock.
In my dream I designed and patented this toy and Jenny Johnson tweeted about it. One can always dream.
Daily Doodle: Pipe Dreams
Song of the Day: Hypnotize by The Notorious B.I.G.
Musical Pipe Dream: It’s 1996 and I’m wearing a parachute track suit, dark lipstick, and I have green bands on my braces. My hair is shoulder length, straightened, and split down the middle. I creep out into the middle of a dance floor with a chameleon step: forward, back, forward, back. Nobody else is dancing and I hear someone yell, “Uhmm, NO!” My eyes widen, my face gets serious, and I nod, YES.
Blurb 1/365: If there is ever a book written about me, it will be entitled “Short and Sleepy”.