  How can anyone not love The Osmonds? How can you look into the little Mormon face of Donny and not be wooed by his purple polyester suits and compelling lyrics?
How? However often I use AIM or blog, or even send e-mails, I am still about as computer-savy as my middle aged parents. I ordered two of the same Desaparecidos CD today. But I guess if there is any band to spend twice the money on, it’s anything with Conor Oberst. Keeping up with my homebody attitude (sweats are the best, I always say) I stayed in most of the afternoon to watch a Disney Channel Original Movie. Stop whatever you are currently doing and find the next showing of Pixel Perfect . It is the single most beautifully craptastic film ever done.
And this from a station with such films as Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century and Zenon: The Zequel . Pixel Perfect has it all in excess: aerobic dance, lip syncing, fake guitar playing, and preteen romance. I am slowing but surely convincing everyone around me to Vegetarianism. Robin was the first, then Anna, and now Leigh. I fancy myself some sort of animal-rights superhero saving animalkind one boca burger at a time.
I will convert her. Today I conquer Spokane, tomorrow-- Spokane Valley! I’m off to a Jack Black marathon at Robin’s. It should be pretty exciting, since Robin knows every line to all his films. And I can soothe my undying passion for John Cussack with High Fidelity. Oh, to be Diane Court and be stalked with Peter Gabriel music (points for anyone who got the Say Anything reference there) Affectionately… Anna 
