Have you seen this? Very cool. Someone should do that for Chicago. Somebody with graphic design skills. I.e., not me. Eric, perhaps?

As I expected, my reference to Evita goaded JP, the Original Divaphile, into writing:

Okay, so, your little game of inserting place names into Don't Cry for Me, Argentina is WAY cute--seriously!--but two complaints:

1) Please get the lyrics correct. It's not "Don't cry for MY Argentina"--there's nothing at all "yours" about it; you don't OWN it. Remember, it's all about ME! ME ME ME. Sorry, JP, that was a typo. Duly noted (in the Ulan Bator example) and changed.

2) Evita was written back when Sir ALW still had talent and is usually considered the pinnacle of his career. It's okay to like Evita, as long as you make fun of the rest of his work afterwards. (Usually starting with that dreck known as Cats.) Of course, if you're a loser like me, you'll mock him but still own every version of everything he's done. And lurve it. My problem with Andrew Lloyd Weber (and I'm too much an American to traffic in that "Sir" business) isn't that he's tacky -- it's that he wrote a song so fiendishly catchy that I am compelled to make up lyrics to it even though I don't know if I've ever heard it in full. But you're still a big geek.

Okay, three complaints.

3) You should rent the friggin' movie already! Madonna does a wonderful job--yes, even though she's Madonna--and the show works quite well when it's taken off stage and actually put on location. I'll take that into account. And, um, no. At least, not anytime soon, I'm not giving any of my dwindling hard-earned dollars to a Madonna movie. Feh.

Hey, JP -- you're in New York. Start blogging and put yourself on the map! You too, Jenn! And Steph and Ed! And, and, and.. everyone else I ever knew in New York! Yeah!

Here endeth the blogging evangelism.

I worked from home today to see that my cable got fixed and that the Polish Subcontractors fixed the bits they missed. They did. All is well. My over-the-sink elephant is still broken, though. Wah. (They were very contrite, especially when they found out where I got it.) I think I'm still going to hang him back up -- he'll just be the differently abled member of the over-the-sink-elephant clan.