American Infidels:

I don’t watch American Idol but the other night when I flipped over to see the news I happened to catch the last female singer.




The bottom line, it doesn’t matter how awful the song or how badly you sing it, if you can hit this note you’ll probably stick around for another week. I laughed because funky white girl can pierce a eardrum.











It reminded me of the soothing sounds that I imagine to be created from Mitzi's, ‘Katzenklavier’, Le Piano Du chat or cat piano.

Lady Mitzi:

I dreamed last night that Lady Mitzi and I went on a date.

Me: “Where does one go for a drink in this parallel Mitzi universe?”

Mitzi: “Why the Swinging Star of course...It‘s waay out.”





Incidentally this is exactly what I imagine a date with Mitzi would be like. Right down to the fab pink Rolls Royce, marabou boa, shiny blond wiglet, and sparkly gown.