it's true. my waking hours are spent (much to my chagrin and much to the delight of my eight-year-old daughter) listening to and/or watching the donny osmond version of "joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat."
i'm not kidding. really. i'm not.
and, to mr. osmond's credit, he's got a decent showtunes-type voice. but he's still sorta creepy in that "i was a child star" kind of way.
and i think the man actually shaved his chest for the role.
other than that, just your average day here in the twin cities. listened to p-funk-daddy's remix the other night (paul, just pick yourself up off the floor) and i have to say, i enjoyed it more than the original. nice work, p-daddy.
(and no, i've not finished the novel.)
on notes of my own creativity....hmm. none, sadly. started playing bass guitar with an old friend of mine (who is, by far, much more talented than i) and am working with her on lyrics for her piano/guitar stuff, so maybe someday, (this goes esp. to you, pfunk) i'll have stuff you can not get around to listening to. whee!