Supernatural Superserious

I've just messed up another Texas cake in ways I will probably never fully grasp on an afternoon when, by all rights except apparently not, I was supposed to be elsewhere, an elsewhere I wait all week, each week, to be. (I'll be there tomorrow, Lord willing and the snow don't rise.) I've made a new playlist that I initially forgot to set my iPod to download, so I had to go back and hook it up all over again, because the iPod is the least intuitive thing the company of intuitivicity has ever created. But really, it's OK, it's my own fault, and now select songs from Ea's FLORIDA disk have come up on what I have self-entertainingly entitled BlissCast.

The list starts with the New Pornographers, which so many good things do. They were the whole point of the list. Of course, they drowned out the sound of the phone AND the answering machine whilst I was singing and dancing to them. But I have forgiven them. I might even play them again. I bet my neighbor loves me. HI, JUDY!

Salem is now telling me you can't get there from here. I tell him to skip the suitcase and the dresser, then, and just jump straight to the floor. Michael Stipe agrees. Just to lay with you, there's nothing that I wouldn't do, save lay my rifle down.

Your BlissCast playlist:

1. Mass Romantic
2. Bones of the Idol
3. Twin Cinema
4. These are the Fables
5. Supernatural Superserious
6. Allegro (Battlestar Galactica)
7. Mad World
8. Mambo Italiano
9. The Mummer's Song
10. Desert Rose
11. Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then)
12. Friends Of Mine
13. Southern Cross
14. Astronaut
15. Sister Golden Hair Surprise
16. Hey Porter
17. Can't Get There From Here
18. Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect
19. In the Highways
20. The Infanta