I know you think you’re beyond this, that you’re far too cool to enjoy it for the pure, unadulterated pop fun that it is. You’re not, you’re just deluding yourself. It’s ok, no one’s looking; turn it up and dance.
** extra points for attempting the dance 😉
As a child I always liked The Jackson Five, but I never really thought much about Michael Jackson until Blame it on the Boogie and then the next year when ‘Off The Wall’ came out I was mesmerized. He was an incredible talent.
Today’s edition of Dance Your Ass Off is a triple header of some early Michael Jackson. Enjoy!
more after the break
Today’s dance party at your desk is courtesy of the wonderfully talented Stevie Wonder. I just couldn’t decide between these two songs, so I included them both!
It’s time to get up and dance!
Welcome to my hub. Because I am a computer geek, the word hub made me think of… well a hub. This hub is a beautiful 4 port hub from ThinkGeek which is sadly no longer available, which is a total shame because it would look great on my desk. It would go well with the tardis shower curtain I am using as a screen to hide my closet after I removed the doors and added Ikea shelving.
real life didn’t allow my regular feature… so here’s a couple of songs that make me want to dance
That’s right a song to make you dance and roll your eyes at the same time! bust out your hammer pants it’s time to have NO SHAME!
It’s one of those days, days I’m trapped at my desk. It’s time to get up and move and get my blood pumping.
This is without a doubt one of my favorite B-52’s songs and a sure thing to get you on your feet and dancing.
Have a great weekend all!
Thanks to blogging 101 I’ve finally found the fun thing I’m going to feature. I’m going to start posting a Friday Feature… and make the feature a song to get you out of your desk chair and on your feet.
Let your freak flag fly with my Friday dance your ass off song. One Nation Under A Groove by Funkadelic
I never recall having to make them in grade school but somehow when I got to college I found myself having to give a short spiel about who I am to classmates. I loathe the elevator introductions. My urge is to quickly rattle off some inane factoids about myself that rival the Dos Equis ‘World’s Most Interesting Man’ commercials, or to overshare and spend the semester as “that girl”.