MoodyTunes

1. Bob Costas’s hair is unnaturally brown. It is the same brown that Norm Abrams uses when he’s staining a table — dark walnut, maybe? The thing is, Norm doesn’t lay it on as thick as Bob’s stylist. Norm allows for some subtlety. He’s an artist. I want to pick Bob up and use his [...]

…and 8 days left. I wasn’t going to post today but I woke up thinking “That’s a lot of 8s.” I hope 8 is a good number.
I think we’ll have a party tonight. At 8.

I’ve posted recollections of dreams here before (last Halloween featured the strangest pair). Today I’ll share one from this weekend.
Before I start, I have to say that it’s interesting that I haven’t remembered many dreams lately. I went through a period of numerous strange, memorable dreams, but over the past few months they’ve been nonexistent [...]

We’ve stumbled upon one of those weeks where we need something fun on Wednesday to break up all the serious stuff. This is an old idea in Internet-land, but new to MoodyTunes: a continuing story. Pretty simple. I’ll start us off with a quick opening scene, and you can add to the story with a [...]

Keeping it light today because Trivia Day, Part 2 is coming up and I don’t want you spending all your energy on silly stuff. Trivia Day is what matters. Everything else is mere distraction.
I present to you definitive proof that I’m a snapshotter, not a photographer:

That’s one of my attempts to capture the eclipse last [...]

I won’t lie — I have no energy for blogging today. Maybe it’s because I noticed in the word stats that I’ve gone over 100,000 words here. Hooray! That’s a novel…only, it’s not.
So I’m going to show you a few old pics from my camera’s memory card, and one I stole from NFL.com.
First off, a [...]

I have no idea if you’ll find this interesting or not, but here we go.
Down below is a dear friend of mine: My heart. That’s a looping two second clip from a recent echocardiogram. I can’t explain what you’re seeing other than saying, “Hey! That’s my freaking heart!” There are some valves, some ventricles, [...]

I have strange relationships with doctors, and it probably goes back to being chased around with a needle when I was child. There’s a disconnect that I can’t explain…when I finally work up the nerve to go in for a checkup and present my questions in an earnest fashion, I get strange answers and odd [...]