Well that’s sad. Many a good dance party was had to the tune of “Jump,” and for that, I am seriously ever grateful.
We have some really good family friends who have a son that was one year (two years?) younger than me. He was an incredibly creative and fun-loving kid (and still is as an adult) that was always doing interesting things. For a good long while, he was a DJ – probably between the ages of 11-14 but I could have that all wrong. Anyway, I “hired” him all the time to DJ at my parties. My friends loved him. His pièce de résistance was a live performance of “Jump,” wherein he portrayed both Kris and Kross. It was amazing. I know I have it on VHS somewhere (I’m old), so now I will have to track it down, convert it to DVD and share it with the world (with his permission, of course).
Until then, I share with you a text conversation I had with a friend earlier today:
(I hope this doesn’t come off as insensitive because it’s offered with only the best of intentions and sympathy. Truly.)
Isn’t that one of the most delicious ideas you’ve heard in a long time? There’s so much hope and anticipation in that one sentence. It makes me want to drink wine (very molly) and fall in love (not very molly).
I have a thing for owls. I don’t really have a thing for birds (put a bird on it!), but owls… yes. It started right about 2004 when I adopted the greatest dog to ever walk the planet – Ebbitt. He was blind and had these big beautiful black eyes that reminded me of an owl. They were googly and empty but simultaneously full of expression. Owl-like… at least to me. So that’s where the obsession began.
Good thing the internet is full of owlege. <– new word
The Department of the Interior (DOI) does a great job with their Instagram page (follow them @usinterior) and, much to my delight, they post a lot of owl pictures. Or, you know, two. But I have it on good authority that more are in the hopper. <– That’s a lie as in reality, I have no idea. But it sounds nice and authoritative.