Mental HealthDid you guys know Sarah McLachlan is nuts? I read in a magazine that she named her new baby daughter Taa-Jah. Yeah, I’m thinking that royalties from Sarah’s next record should go straight into “Taa-Jah’s Eventual Psychotherapy Fund,” because you know when that kid reaches puberty, there will be some rage issues. I speak from experience. I have an unusual name (though it’s more common than Taa-Jah), and I hated my parents for throwing that burden on my shoulders. I was well into adulthood before I had any appreciation for my Hawaiian name while living on the mainland.
Update - Okay, looks like my source - People Magazine - got it wrong, and Sarah's daughter's name is actually Taja, not Taa-Jah. Much better. There's nothing worse than having nonsense do-re-mi syllables for your name.
Speaking of therapy, I should actually consider some mental health assistance myself for the bonehead move I made Friday night. I’ve yet to read or see a single Harry Potter book or movie. That’s not to say I never will; I just haven’t done so to date, and I’m not part of the frenzy. So imagine the look of horror on my face when I entered Barnes & Noble around 9:00 p.m. Friday night to quietly pick up a few books. It was like opening day at Disneyland, except the kids running around, diving into the backs of your knees were garbed in round glasses and maroon and gold scarves instead of mouse ears. Literally, I may well have been navigating through a Chuck E. Cheese on the first Saturday of summer, such was the chaos. It seriously ranks up there in Bad Decisions Potentially Leading to Bodily Injury with the time my friend had gone swimming at the USC pool the afternoon the Rodney King verdict was read.