A New Normal

Well, as I was doing my bi-weekly browsing of iTunes Top 100 Downloads, I came across what I thought was an anomaly. Number 68 was "Come Home" by OneRepublic. Interesting...why would that be, I wondered. And then it hit me--I wouldn't know...usually I can tell you that "Don't Stop Believin" jumped to Position 3 about 4 years ago after a little shout out on "Laguna Beach", or was it "The Hills?" Same difference. Anyway, I usually know these things. Why? I don't know. I am probably being punished for something I did in a previous life, but I have no proof of this other than my constant deja-vous. I have quasi-photographic memory for completely useless information. "Oh, Erin" you say, "it's not useless!" Try spouting "Chandler was maaaadddd" at your next social function and see how many blank stares you get while you silently cry/laugh at yourself. (The above is a line from Joey on "Friends" referring to when he switched phone carriers without telling him.) You see? I usually know these things. But I have absolutely no idea why OneRepublic's "Come Home" is suddenly popular. The song is amazing. I love it--I listened to it on repeat when Jon was overseas, but that does not explain it's sudden exultation to the Top 100 when the song is over two years old. Is it suddenly being played on Top 40 stations all over the nation? I don't know. Was it a brilliantly choreographed Mia Michaels' number on "So You Think You Dance?" I don't know. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

I am sure a Google search would satiate my hunger for this particular bizarre set of knowledge, but that is not good enough for me. I want my old life back. I HATE sitting over here not knowing how good "Half-Blood Prince" was because it's not out here. I HATE getting my Entertainment Weekly's and having to bypass 65% of the information because I don't want any spoiler alerts a year from now when I finally get to see what the EFF they were talking about on "True Blood" or "Weeds." I HATE not knowing. I just hate not knowing.

The worst part is that knowing this "trivial" information may make me whacky, but it makes me me. I am supposed to be the one that people text at random hours of the night asking what else that actor was on 10 years ago. Now, what good am I? I have 10 channels on my satellite television. Ten. That's like living in 1965. OR, I can watch Romanian television which is running "Little People, Big World" so much that in my six weeks here, I have seen it cycle through it's episodes three times.

So, I guess I have to get used to this "New Normal" or at least until my sling box gets set up. I will go kicking and screaming, however, into this pit of pop-culture hell.

Until I actually get to SEE something and talk about it,

Pissed off in Romania

FYI--"A New Normal" is the title of an episode of GREEK when the ZBZ's must get used to not being the best house on campus. It's a curse. It's an effing curse.