So, I bumped my swimming lengths up to 52 this morning, which for me is a big fucking deal. I had thought that a mile was 60 lengths, but I just looked it up and, apparently, it's 66, so shitty cockballs. I am getting to the point, though, where I could basically swim as many lengths as I wanted -- I stop now because I get so fucking bored. I still haven't found any headphones that'll stay in my puny earholes while swimming, so that search continues. I'm so tempted to buy that bone-conduction mp3 player but, frankly, it kinda scares me and I'm really not sure if I want my bone conducted. At least not in the YMCA pool.
Miss O has this great song we've been working on and I can't wait to record it. It's a duet, kind of a call-and-response number, and we first sang it while she was taking a bath, a couple of weeks ago. The great thing about it is, the words change each time we sing it. It can be about anything. It's the most versatile song ever. Technically, we could record a whole CD with just different versions of this song. I'm wary to record it, though, because it has been so great every time we sing it, and I'm wondering if putting it to tape will ruin it. I think we'll give it a go this weekend. Maybe we'll give Mr. Z's death-themed rock opera a whirl, too. I did just order "The Best of Black Sabbath: The Dio Years," so maybe I could prime the boy with a few choice cuts before handing him the mic.
I also ordered the latest disc from Amy Winehouse. That chick blows my shit away. Of course, I love that "Rehab" tune they're playing on the radio, but when I saw this acoustic version, I had to get the fucking CD:
I have a feeling Miss O's gonna be listening to a shitload of that CD.