on this date in history no one cares about
Welcome to March 18.
Today is Friday. It is the week before Good Friday, which makes it Kind Of Ok Friday.
It is Irene Cara's birthday. You may remember Irene from that time she made you want to live forever and fly high.
Today is also the birthday of Queen Latifah, Grover Cleveland, Jerry Cantrell and Stuart Zender, who once played bass for Jamiroquai.
On this date in 1953, Indiana beat Kansas 69-68 to win the NCAA Men's Basketball championship. Duke sucks.
On this date in 1992, Donna Summer got a star on Hollywood's Walk of Fame. Let us all pause a moment to sing the part from Bad Girls that goes toot toot, hey, beep beep.
Semi interesting fact:
1944 - For the first time since World War II started, alarm clocks went back on sale in the United Staates. The site of this historic moment was in Chicago, Illinois.
Which makes me think of that line in "The Night Chicago Died" - and there was no sound at all, except the clock upon the wall.
Coincidence? I think not.
The Bee Gees' Night Fever hit number one today in 1978. I tell you this in the hopes that it stopped The Night Chicago Died from playing in your head. Of course, now you have the Bee Gees stuck in your brain, but I think we all know which one is less damaging.
March 18 is Supreme Sacrifice Day. I don't know what that means but I am in the process of collecting virgins just in case. Apply within.
If that holiday doesn't thrill you, then wait until March 26, which is Make Your Own Holiday day.
On this day in 2003, I wrote this:
Nothing says "heightened security" like traffic cones strategically placed in front of federal buildings.
"Stop, you terrorists! My magical orange cone will keep you away!"I feel so much safer now.
Two years on and I still have the same passion for the cause. My fight to bring magical orange cones to every state in the union and nation in the world has not abated, not one bit.
On March 18, 2002, I was strangely obsessed with penises. Peni?
And, on this date in 2005, I had the strong urge to crawl back into bed and pretend the world does not exist. Instead, I'll have a nice breakfast of Augmenten and Excedrin Migraine and wait for the flames of hell to stop nipping at my heels.
Hope I have been informative in my blogging laziness.