Would it be fun to make these music videos a regular feature? Maybe I can have a post ready for you every Friday morning, to kick off your last work day before the weekend. Or, maybe I'll never do this again. Too early to tell.

I lived in Connecticut (State motto: Impossible for even former residents to spell our name without spell check) my last two years in high school. Unfortunately, I missed out on all of the sex that is apparently going on up that way. But Connecticut of the late 80's was a place of girls in bulky sweaters, and if any leg was showing at all, it was masked by long-underwear pants. So it might have been harder to work up a good, old fashioned case of being horny back then.

I think that ever since they moved to Thursday night, Muses has followed the Krewe of Chaos. The contrast couldn't be more stark. Chaos is a terrible parade. Just terrible. The bands aren't good. The floats aren't clever. They're pretty much out of throws by the time they get downtown. It just couldn't be a whole lot worse.

Here's how to sing the 60s Adam West Batman theme, written in php:

Despite it being one of my greatest loves, I don't do many music posts. I've been disappointed to find that the music I love most is unloved -- unliked even -- by most of my friends. I have playlists full of songs that no one wants to hear other than me.

A couple of weeks ago, I thought it was really nice when Vanya told me that he had already fed the dogs for me. He often does it at my request, but this time, he had done it on his own initiative.

He was a little worried, having heard that there might be blood involved. I, on the other hand, felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. This is really the worst blow to the illusion that he'll stay a little boy forever since the first day of Kindergarten, which similarly, made me want to cry.

The media is bound and determined to make me hate Jeremy Lin. It's tough to do -- a great story, sure. But I haven't even been watching 24-7 ESPN like I do during football season, and I'm tired of hearing about the guy.

I was out and about in the Crescent City this weekend, enjoying a good time with too many grown-up drinks, when my phone blew up. I checked it while on the toilet, and found picture after picture from college showing up on a Facebook group. There were a lot of pictures that made me laugh, but the one that made me laugh best is this one of our old house mother, Miss Mary. The photo captures here perfectly.

Here at theskinnyonbenny, we try to avoid politiacally sensitive topics. Not because we shy away from controversy, but because we generally find political topics to be really, really boring. But recent news got us to doing a little reading, and that led to a little research, so in the interest of reporting something that's not really out there, we present some facts here.

Those of you who are further removed from our lives probably saw this coming. We turned into some sort of crazy cousin parent offspring to pageant moms. I thought of this as I made my mental checklist for stuff to take to the dog parade on Saturday: string. check. safety pins. check. duct tape. check. makeup.

I start with this tweet from my feed for two reasons. First, it's spot-on. Second, it relates to the story that unfolds herein. Although, come to think of it, if you've read the title of this post, and the tweet, you can pretty much fill in the rest of it all by yourself.