Just a few little notes about what’s on my playlist, my nightstand, and my stove these days.
On my playlist: A couple of weeks ago my husband went to summer camp for adults. On the last day, there was a spontaneous dance party to George Michael’s Freedom. We’ve been keeping this tradition alive since he got home. (On a side note: I remember thinking this was the most dramatic/arts-y video ever when it came out. Now more than 20 years later, I’m just wondering why George is eating an orange at the beginning? Random.)
The world feels a bit heavy to me right now. I can’t account for exactly the cause, but it’s most likely a combination of the news of plane crashes and verdicts delivered and tough things that I know friends are going through. In the middle of all this, however, there was Sharknado.
If you’re unfamiliar with the campy thriller about a tornado full of sharks produced by the ScyFy channel, just google it. The concept is ridiculous. Apparently, the graphics are old school and not the least bit touched up and the acting is equally, awesome-ly bad (Steve Sanders from 90210 shows up to defeat sharks with a chainsaw).