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Much to my amusement, a Launchcast indie & eclectic music mailing list has chosen Hummingwolf's Launchcast station as Station of the Week. The notice hasn't actually made the mailing list yet, which is probably just as well since I don't exactly subscribe to the "popular music is bad" ethic prevalent on the list. I tried to give fair warning in my station description, too: "Pop-addicted child of the '80s creates station with regard for neither popularity nor propriety, where an old Nine Inch Nails tune may be followed by a folk song, a bit of Prokofiev's first symphony, or something from the latest Angelique Kidjo release. Please enjoy the wonderful obscurities and forgive me for Toto and Christopher Cross--or vice-versa, depending on your tastes." We'll see if anyone deigns to notice.

In other news, it's snowing! Yes, again. We've gotten more snow than Chicago this year, which at least means that our drought is over. I still love snow, though I can't say I'm thrilled at the prospect of walking through, over, or around the snowdrifts tomorrow.

In more personal news, I'm too tired to say much of anything. If I'm not commenting in your journals or responding to your e-mails, please believe it doesn't mean I don't love you. It might mean that, of course, but it probably doesn't (am sending warm'n'fuzzy thoughts out to most of you).

Jenny

My friend Jenny wants to be famous. Oh, she's got sense enough not to want to be a superstar--who would want to be chased by paparazzi and autograph hounds while going to the grocery store? Heck, she doesn't even want a LiveJournal account of her own. No. What she wants, apparently, is to be mentioned in my LiveJournal.

So let me tell you about Jenny. We met in the fifth grade; but both of us being (shall we say?) annoying kids, we didn't become friends then. At the time, I liked her mother (an occasional substitute teacher) much better. Her mother never pulled my hair, you know. Yet for some reason, we hung around each other a lot--and by ninth grade we not only tolerated each other, we actually liked each other. Strange how these things happen.

Jenny always has been intelligent. She was one of those kids who annoyed both the sixth-grade teacher and fellow students by reading novels in class and still being able to answer the questions the teacher asked her in attempts to catch her in the act of not paying attention. We used to irritate people together, asking teachers and kids to judge which one of us could spell the word "hyperpolysyllabification" the fastest. No wonder everybody avoided us.

But we did become friends. She listened to me when my mother was dying. She was there for me when my father died as well. Jenny, with her amazingly generous spirit, still puts up with my whining about life now. We've had debates about religion, literature, philosophy, music, and television. My love of C.S. Lewis is largely due to her influence, and she is responsible for introducing me to the music of Nik Kershaw as well.

Jen is not only intelligent, she is remarkably level-headed. Okay, she's known for her obsessions with TV shows, from Remington Steele back in high school (she wanted to be Laura Holt and marry "Remmy," of course) to newer shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. She... nevermind, not going there. Erm, forget level-headed--shall we go with "creative"? Yes, she's the first person I ever met who wrote fanfic, reams and reams of Remington Steele fanfic. Some of it was even good.

Somehow too, Jenny managed to get herself one of those guys everyone wants to marry--he's cool, he's funny, he's sweet and a good father. They've got several incredibly adorable children and form the kind of family that would make you sick at their sweetness if they weren't so dang lovable. It's clear to everyone that family is the biggest priority in Jen's life.

So, that's a little bit about my friend Jenny. It's not enough, but even if I weren't so close to exhaustion I wouldn't be able to write enough. I only hope she likes her new status as a semi-famous person.


(P.S.--She's been told she looks like a stripper, too.)