Watching some Eighties music videos. Some observations:

The full-length version of Michael Jackson's Bad is pretty hilarious.

Lionel Richie singing "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" to a blind woman is kind of insensitive.

You know how we're kind of an umbrella? One of the companies we're an umbrella for is on the 13th floor. So, sometimes their visitors mandate business formal. However, the Marketing group on 12 also does have the odd person that means us on 11 dress up and pretend anyone gives a fuck. It's exasperating, but they're always recruiting more of the smaller companies that make up the larger company we're the umbrella for. Or individuals. Who seem to like ties.

OK, that sounds even sillier than my old job, when we were required to suit up for Board meetings AND asked to come in early and not leave our desks, so we didn't walk by the Board meeting.

Lionel Richie singing "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" to a blind woman is kind of insensitive.

He can see it in her eyes.

Cheese grits! For reals!

And random snowflakes and birds puffed up and refusing to budge even when you stray too close. But no storms this weekend. Odd.

Lionel Richie singing "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" to a blind woman is kind of insensitive.

My niece only knows that song from Community. She likes it without irony.

My niece only knows that song from Community. She likes it without irony.

Because Chang.

Timelies all!

Eighties music videos are often quite ridiculous. Flew Jet Blue(which offers Direct TV) to Boskone and was watching VH1 Classic, which airs such videos. It was a Heart video(What About Love, I think) that made me nudge Gary and say "This is sooo 80s".

And yet, this was the stuff I wanted to watch as a teenager.

Because Chang.

No doubt. And Britta, I'm sure. I got this second-hand from my sister, I really want to sit down and talk TV with my niece, now. We seem to have very similar taste and she has some interesting opinions and insights. And a habit of introducing my sister to a series with a good but atypical episode - Pillows and Blankets and Once More With Feeling for example.

For some reason I can no longer recall, I had a great need a couple days ago to introduce Franny to "Our Lips Are Sealed." Turns out certain video themes from the 80s still ding me, and one of them is bands/singers driving around LA.

My niece only knows that song from Community. She likes it without irony.

For several years it was my favourite song, taking the title from Jona Lewie's "Louise" (and before that, Abba's "SOS"). Now when I hear it there may be some wincing involved, but there are still echoes of my former affection. ("Louise", let it be noted, is still a cracking number.)

Meanwhile, I've recently come to the realisation that it's finally happened. I'm old. For the last couple of months it seems there's no song currently on the charts that I could claim to enjoy. Kids these days.

On a not completely unrelated note, today I took the opportunity of the drive to Ryan's Chinese lesson to introduce him to Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon. It has proven to be quite happily three-year old amenable.

Nice.