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The Groove


Those of you who have seen the tracklisting for my Spring Mix CD, will notice track 3, Kanye West's eminently dancable "Touch the Sky". Nothing has managed to dampen my love for this song, not a rotation on BBY "Radio," not the fact that its video features Pamela Anderson, not even Kanye sometimes talking like a space alien from the planet Gibberish-431.

I was working in the copy room at SCHARP, yesterday, and listening to my iPod as I scanned documents. When "Touch the Sky" came on, I started busting a move right there. I mean, seriously busting a move. Two minutes or so in, I did a fancy little spin (it was pretty cool...I felt good doing it), and that was when I noticed not one, but four co-workers were standing there, watching me. Meaning, they were doing nothing but standing and watching. They weren't checking their mailboxes. They weren't colating, making copies, or grabbing office supplies. No. Just watching. So, what did I do, you might wonder?

I shrugged, turned back toward the scanner, and just started right back in. You can't kill the groove, man. You can't kill the groove.

This entry was posted by naporeon, on Wednesday, May 24, 2006. You can leave your response.

  1. Anonymous Anonymous | 2:44 AM |  

    DUDE, ERIC.

    That kicks so much ass. I love it.

    I'm going to be in Seattle on the 30th! Maybe we can meet up.

    Ttyl. (:

  2. Blogger naporeon | 11:56 AM |  

    Thanks, Nat. It was embarrassing, but even immediately, it was funny. ;)

    I'd love to hook up when you're in town. I'll text you with my phone number, in case you no longer have it.

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