I Can Keep My Silence No Longer

We've got to talk about it. Robin Thicke. I have been doing my best to avoid him, as every time I hear that "Lost without U" song I think that I'm in danger catching gonorrhea through my ear drums, but then, when you least expect it, there he is on American Idol, with his nasty mustache and his white sneakers and his I want it this way I want it that way filth. Does America really support this Thicke character? Do we really want our children listening to him and - god forbid - buying posters of him and having - eeeewww - sexual thoughts either in relation to him or with him as the soundtrack behind those thoughts or adolescent fumblings that are happening in this, the '07? I can't accept that this is who we, as a country, think is sexy or hot. Oh no, I cannot.

Dr. Crazy's Current Theme Song

Ok, so I'm in love with Bloc Party. In love with them. And most of all I am in love with this song. And here's the video!

You Don't Know Me!

Well, but the color quiz certainly does. As seen at Maggie May's.

Dr.+Crazy took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Wishes to find her stimulation in a voluptuous atm..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

Miss Lonelyhearts

That would be me, Dr. Crazy. No valentines for me this year, which really stinks, you know? And then I saw the below over at Brazen Hussy's.


Get your own valentinr

I thought to myself that I may as well try to get some blog V-day lovin' as the likelihood of me getting any sort of real life V-day lovin' is, well, very, very small. So send me a valentine! Come on! You know you want to! (But please no pervy messages for that would totally creep me out.)

Random Bullets of This Will Be My Last Post Until Saturday

• I hate chapped lips. My lips are really chapped. This is because I have the horrible habit of biting my lips when I'm stressed out. Lip balm does not help, as even if it stops me from biting them in the day, I think I bite them in my sleep. I've probably eaten 50 lbs. of lip balm in my life. That is gross. And if somebody kissed me right now, it would probably feel like kissing a tree trunk. The only thing that kind of works on the chapped lips of this degree is Bag Balm. That's right - my lips are as chapped as a cow's teats. That's gross too.
  
• It really is worth getting a manicure now and then, even if one is not a high maintenance sort who can commit to regular manicures.
  
• Apparently I am the high maintenance sort who will never again be able to live without having my eyebrows waxed. Sure, I could have tweezed those few stray hairs, but I'm nowhere near as meticulous as my person who does the waxing, and so why not just spend the money to have it done properly, since clearly I'm a lazy tweezer?
• I really need to go to sleep, but I am too keyed up to make myself go to bed. I'm afraid I'm not doing something important, even though I don't know what I should be doing.
• Fuck! I remembered the thing that is very important that I need to do! Maybe I'm not crazy after all? Well, except for the fact that I AM. As in, I am Dr. Crazy. You know.
• Ok, signing off. Exhausted and yet still keyed up. I'm hoping that the Potter will work its bedtime story magic.
  

One of My Favorite Things about James Joyce...

is that today, Groundhog Day, is his birthday. I'm not sure why I love this so much. I also love that Ulysses was published on this date. So, the question is, if Joyce didn't see his shadow on Feb. 2nd, what would happen for six more weeks? I'm sure it would be something much more interesting than "winter."