"His legs flail about as if independent from his body!"

I actually managed to cajole Scott into going with me to see Michael Flatley's Lord of the Dance tonight, and he admitted afterwards that he did not hate it. Yay! I decided at the last minute (Wednesday, so I guess it was like, the last 30 minutes in this analogy I have going) to check for tickets, and came up with 2nd row, so I had to buy them, you know? And, being the best girlfriend ever (ha) I never insist that Scott do something with me that I know he would hate or that he wouldn't enjoy in the least (so I don't drag him to a bunch of girl movies - or at least I don't think I do. He may see things differently!) But he said that out of all the things that I could have bought tickets to see, this was something that he would probably dislike the least. So he went with me.

And I enjoyed the performance - it's not that much unlike clogging, which I used to do, if you'll remember (there were some videos in the sidebar until my soon to be ex-hosting company, GoDaddy, got their panties in a wad over "non-web content" on my server. So I deleted the videos, but I'll reupload when I switch everything over to AN Hosting / midphase, my new host.) Anyway, the Irish step dancing, or whatever the proper term is, was similiar to clogging in foot movements, but is a bit more kicky. And the music is a lot more Irish, obviously.

The guys tended to wear very unfortunate pants.

The girls were all wearing floufy waist-length hair extensions, which were very pretty and bouncy and made me decide that I want some.

There was some singing, which didn't make a great deal of sense to me - I guess it was filler so that the dancers could change and whatnot. The singing was either partially in Irish or she sang very longingly about lawn chairs. I seemed to hear "lawn chair" a lot - or not.

I think the moral of the story was - if a dark and evil princess threatens to steal your man, you can scare her off if you and your girlfriends rip off your dresses in unison to reveal matching two-piece costumes underneath.

The quote that I used for a title is from a Friends episode - appropriate because Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance is revealed as a phenomenon that scares the beejeezus out of Chandler, and the reason for his fear is elucidated in that quote.

That is all. I hope everybody had a happy Valentine's Day!

The suckage of GoDaddy and their stupid TOS

You can't see this right now, because GoDaddy has helpfully suspended my account. Do you know why? Because I have

"... content not directly related to your live website on your hosting account [and am] in violation of the TOS as the hosting is not meant to be used as a file repository for non web related content. Once you can confirm that you have removed all non web related content please reply to this email again."

Do you know what the "non web related content" is? It's my very amateur, non-copyrighted clogging videos and the also very amateur, non-copyrighted video of my high school senior year Homecoming pep rally routine to Thriller. Good grief. I guess I'll have to remove those links in the sidebar, even though I do get a fair amount of hits from people looking for clogging videos. (Seriously, I really do.)

I only stay with GoDaddy because they're so much cheaper than other hosting companies and I, as a medical student with a pretty high tuition cost, don't exactly have lots of money to throw around. If only I had more traffic, which would mean more people clicking on my G**gle ads at the top of the page, and more people using my Amazon affiliate link when they buy from Amazon ... sigh.

So I'm in the process of deleting those oh-so-threatening clogging videos. I'm not sure what harm they were doing to anyone, but whatever. I'll play by the rules, but I'm still putting GoDaddy on my List. You know, THAT List.

My Elf Self

I've been playing around with ElfYourself (thanks, Trinoh!) and I can't stop giggling at the "Elf Selves" I created for Scott and me:

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9588061433

I'm not sure why Scott's glasses look so ginormous - they don't in real life. But I think we are MUCH better dancers disguised as our elf alter egos than we are as medical students and chemists. Especially Scott. I mean, we've been together over 10 years, and I've danced with him exactly three times (at weddings that I dragged him to.) When I used to clog (boo hoo, I miss it) sometimes we'd be short on guys, and I'd have to dance with my ex-pre-algebra teacher, who is female. So I've danced with my female pre-algebra teacher many more times than with Scott. That's just wrong, people.

Anyway, follow that link. And laugh. (You have to have Flash Player running.)