Life Imitates Blog.

I just got an email from my father. That in itself isn't a bad thing. My dad loves me, and he likes to keep me updated on the life of a RobBlog-father and RobBlog-mother. He tells me about life in the old homestead, and I always ask for money. That is our relationship.

In an interesting note of serendipity, This week in Journalism, we studied journalistic law. I'd never been that interested in law, but as a blogger, I took special interest in words like "libel," and "slander." Especially after my Rita Coolidge comments earlier this week. I mean, I didn't bash her, but I could see where somebody named Rita Coolidge could read my blog and go, "That's not nice."

It brings me back to the days of Mom and Dad, when they used to say, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." I took that to heart; that's why I blog silently . Still, I did dedicate a whole blog to Rita, and I normally don't do that to celebrities. Oh, I may poke minor jabs at, but never do I stay on topic. You know my blog better than that! The thing was, she fit my theme, and no matter how bad I ramble, I adhere to my theme like it's made of taffy. Luckily for me, it usually is, and is kinda tasty too...

Today it tastes like crow, and not Sheryl either. I am happy to say that after careful deliberation over articles of libel, I discovered that, no, I hadn't de-famed Rita. Time did that.

Just like it defames all of us. Time makes us who we are, and we can't always be popular. If you're reading my blog, then you know exactly what that means. I am the bloggy black hole of popularity. Popularity comes in, and somewhere, in a distant galaxy, divine justice comes out.

That's why, when my father told me about the upcoming Prescott High School choir concert. I rushed to my blogging keyboard to say a few words about the wonderful and incomparable Rita Coolidge. See, tonight, Rita and her band will be accompanying the PHS singers. I'd rather she not take out her blog wrath on the innocents. She has a wonderful voice, and a great repertoire, she could vocally gut them--or make them sing "All Time High" just to punish me.

Rita, I'm a blogger. I'm not worth it. Please, step away from the children.

So, I'm apologizing for any unintentional cruelty. In fact, if you didn't gather it from my previous blog, I actually DO like Rita Coolidge--Mostly her early 70s stuff. It reminds me of being a kid. I love "You," as well as her versions of, "One Fine Day," "(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher," and "The Way You Do the Things You Do." My favorite Rita song is "We're All Alone," even though it wasn't until my 20s that I realized that it was a woman singing it. I always thought it was some mid-toned man like Kenny Nolan.

So, If you're anywhere near Prescott Arizona tonight, see Rita, save some singing children, and defame a blogger. It's all for a good cause.