IM n UR Mind... and I won't stop singing.

I know it's a bit outdated by now, but John Scalzi and Editor Jeff from AOL had this l33t bit a'goin' on a while ago. And, I was waiting for my cat to stay on my sneaker long enough to snag a shot. Why she does that, I don't know. But the second I take shoes off, especially sneakers, she's on 'em.

Thank you for visiting Bill, Charles and Beth (and whomever else may have been by). I hope you all have good holidays ahead!

I've been in a waxing nostalgic mood the last few hours and I know who's to blame. This morning, as per my Sunday morning habit, I watched Sunday Morning on CBS. One of the segments had to do with Yusuf Islam, or as I knew him in a previous life, Cat Stevens.

I was enamored with his music when I was a teenager and into my college days, then he vanished off the music scene when he converted to Islam. He's recently picked up the guitar once again and I have yet to check out his latest efforts. But, as Cat Stevens, he was magical and mystical. In breaking up with my first "serious" boyfriend, "It's a Wild World" played in my mind whenever I thought of him. "On the Road to Find Out" touched upon my own journey finding out about myself. And on and on. Even to this day, my cat (not the one pictured) is named Teaser and that's quasi-due to Teaser and the Firecat.

So, I couldn't take anymore. A few hours ago, I hit up my vinyl. Now, after listening to some of the music of my teen years, I've gone all nostalgic and dreamy. Stevie Wonder's Talking Book album, Moody Blues On the Threshold of a Dream, all of my Cat Stevens collection. Dang if the music doesn't take me to the same place it did all those decades ago. I'm glad I still have some turntables and my vinyl collection.

Of course, I could update a bit of the music for the current state of the Internet. For example, "In the Beginning" (Graeme Edge) of On the Threshold of a Dream, could be:

First Man: I think, I think I am, I think.
Establishment: Of course you are my bright little star.
I've miles
And miles
Of files
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our
Great computer
You're magnetic ink.
First Man: I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.
Inner Man: There you go, man, keep as cool as you can.
Face piles
And piles
Of trials
With smiles
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web 2.0 they weave
And keep on thinking free.

There. How easy was that?

Tonight I'll be blogging The Amazing Race 10 on my TV Blog, but right I'm just a Hard-Headed Woman waiting for Longer Boats comin' to win us. Stop me before I break out my James Taylor, Jim Croce, Simon & Garfunkel, and Gordon Lightfoot stuff.