Song of the Week FAIL Vol. 57

BAH. Song of the Week last week was actually up for two weeks. I forgot.

This week (or two, or month, as the case may turn out to be) the song is My Moon My Man by Leslie Feist or just Feist as she is usually known as. She is Canadian, and no, she's not good because she was on an iPod commercial, she was on the commercial because she's amazing.

My cousin says I look like her. Calls me Feist sometimes. I suppose maybe we have a similar chin. And we both have the bangs thing going on in brownish hair. And, of course, I can frequently be found at airports, dancing on those moving conveyor belt sidewalk thingers (this would make sense to you if you had've clicked the previous link and watched her video).

Those things would be great if they weren't so fun to fool around on. I mean, their fun factor totally outweighs the practical side of them. I'll be on one, going forward in the proper direction, and I'll suddenly get the unoverridable urge to dash in the opposite direction. To run off against the current of groved metal and people and hand luggage and children starring down at their feet in wonder as they take steps that carry them unnaturally far forward. And then I stop abruptly and allow the walkway to take be backward a few feet, then start running again. So I don't end up getting anywhere faster. I don't really get anywhere.

They are just so gosh darn amusing.