A glimpse into my obviously troubled mind

For those of you who don't know, I am really bad at math. Don't bother trying to teach me math tips and tricks -- this is not a cry for help. It's a simple statement of fact: Dawn is bad at math. Always has been.

It is also important to mention that I took algebra -- both I and II -- a total of four times (yes, there was summer school involved), plus one semester of "College Math" and another semester of "College Algebra." So that's six different maths classes, all between the ages of 14 and 23.** This will be important in a moment.

I am convinced that there is only enough room in my head for a finite number of things. While this number is undoubtedly a very large one, it is still finite, which means that sometimes old information has to make way for new information. That's a fine enough system -- out with the old, in with the new -- but it is an imperfect one, because there seems to be no logic as to what information will be kept and what will be pushed aside.

( Case in point )

I doubt VH-1 realizes how insulting it ends up sounding....

....the tagline they use for the bumper about the Scorpion's present tour:

"The Scorpions...playing anywhere they can plug in."

I'm just picturing poor Klaus Meine -- probably entirely bald by now, rather than simply thinning and frizzy, as he was in the 80s -- wandering from door to door, knocking and asking permission to play "Rock You Like a Hurricane" in people's bathrooms or something.

Lo, how the mighty have fallen.