Y’all know I’m a huge music fan, so it will be of no surprise that I found some great new music prints you can find on Etsy. Todd Alcott has taken some great new wave and classic rock songs and turned them into faux pulp fiction covers. Visit his store for more.

For those of you looking for one when you’re putting off doing something or putting off telling someone something or just waiting for it:

I’m watching the Grey’s Anatomy crossover episode with its spinoff Station 19 and this season is boring the hell out of me. I’ve been watching Grey’s for 15 seasons, which is fairly crazy because it’s a co-dependent relationship at this point.

If you’ve been a reader of this blog for long, you’ve seen Meredith Grey quotes a few times and you’ll see more because the show’s creator, Shonda Rhimes, is a brilliant writer and hires brilliant writers.

The theme song is equally brilliant, by Psapp. “Cosy In the Rocket” is a calm and bright song with lots of imagery as well as very literal “nobody knows where we might end up” lyrics without being depressing at all. And you wouldn’t be surprised to know that it’s my phone alarm song.

Enjoy.

I watched something recently that ended with this Peggy Lee song and it’s stuck with me for weeks.

Here’s the fabulous Peggy Lee in 1969.

Cold Justice is an amazing show on Oxygen and Netflix it stars former prosecutor Kelly Siegler and crime scene investigator Yolanda McClary. They go to mostly small towns to help solve cold cases along with the local police departments. Did I say it’s amazing?

Here are the things I’ve said while watching Cold Justice.

You a lie.

Oh, she a golddigger.

Damn, he lawyered up.

Arson always destroys the evidence.

I sooooo should have been an investigator.

Oooooo — I could be a Texas Ranger!

Faler, Texas Ranger. That’s a tv show. Curvy girl solving cold cases. That’s television gold.

Boo-yah. He actually left a smoldering cigarette with his DNA on it. Fool.

Yes! Two-parter, baby!

“How did White Settlement get its name?” Now, come on, Kelly.

No, don’t tell me that witness isn’t wearing shoes outside. Oh no. A second witness isn’t wearing shoes outside.

Dude just said “I MAY have give him a half a pound of cocaine.” You’re not sure? You MAY have? That’s kind of a lot of cocaine to just give your friend. Never have I been over visiting a friend and they were like, “hey, I have this half pound of cocaine…”

He was selling used tabs of acid. How is that possible?

He had $3000 for a party? Who is he? Elton John?

That’s not a suicide. No one shoots themselves in the back of the head with their left hand.

This bodes well. The suspect is already in prison.

Whoa. They altered his voice and blurred out his entire body. Does he have an exceptionally recognizable body that the face wasn’t enough to blur? Could be a woman. I have no idea.

“He liked doing meth.” How can you just ‘like’ doing meth? Like, I’ll only sample some of your finest meth?

These dudes are adults and their preferred method of transportation are bicycles? Like Teebo?

“She did a lot of things to make a living. Shoplifting clothes and selling them, she was a prostitute.” That’s quite a jump there, Kelly.

Missing teeth seem to be a theme in this episode.

Missing teeth are never a good thing. They should have started this episode with that statement.

This is so good.

“Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the
conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.”

– David Whyte