Okay, I am multi-tasking as I never have before-- five, count 'em, five tasks at once. Blogging. Baking cookies for my department meeting tomorrow. Doing laundry so I have something to wear tomorrow (heh, want to know what I'm currently wearing? A slip and a sports bra. Fashionable!). Paying attention to Q, 'cause I go back to work tomorrow and I feel guilty (ain't no love like guilty love). And watching the Emmys.
And while I'm watching the Emmys, Simon Cowell starts doing a tribute to Dick Clark, one of those "let's look back and show how influential and important he was and play super-sad music behind the clips so everyone is sad because he's dead."
Then Simon Cowell turns and says, "And here's Dick Clark." The spotlight turns... and there's Dick Clark!
I honestly thought he was dead! I mean, I knew he was alive at New Year's, but I could have sworn...
Damn, the cookie timer is buzzing and Q is freaking out. But, yay! Cookies!
And, er, a living Dick Clark.