I feel it is only fair to correct myself slightly and point out that the release of "Careless Whisper" was actually Mr. Michaels initial semi-solo effort. The single was released under the artist label "George Michaels of Wham!"

Just another careless fact!

A flowered notion; a careless whisper. Should have known better than to cheat a friend and waste this chance that I've been given. So I'm never gonna dance again the way I danced with you.

Wham! Bham!! Thank you George Michael and the obscure, dumped, and forgotten Andrew Ridgeley. Ridgeley, whom I recently discovered released his own post Wham! solo album "Son of Albert". It barely measured on the Richter scale with one moderately successful single "Shake".

You may ask "what is the point?" Well, I am wondering that very same thing! I am wondering what erupted Wham! from the crater of my mind. I am also wondering why I took the time to research what happened to one Mr. Andrew Ridgeley. I didn't even know his name when I started writing. I took time out to research who the other guy of Wham! was. Yes, the one time in 2 weeks I was remotely motivated to do something constructive and I wasted it researching an obscure 80's pop factoid. You know those proud moments of life we all have from time to time. Yeah, well this was not one of them. I hang my head in shame; shame and mild amusement. I now return to my regularly scheduled programming, already in progress...Sex in the City Season 4, episode 4 "What's Sex Got To Do With It?"; Miranda eats cake out of the garbage while Samantha explores the elusive female orgasm!

Another day another anxiety ridden dollar!!
I throw an exasperated hand to my head and swoon in turmoil. It is time again for work and I must go. The roads are rough. The path I travel is not to be envied. You see not only am I a Cat Scan Tech tethered to the crucifix of radiology. I am also a drama queen. Yes it is a heavy burden for these narrow shoulders to carry. Day to day, week to week, lifetime to lifetime my thoughts are raveged and raped by hyperoblistic notions and perceptions. Yet, I am but a simple martyr and tough though the job may be, someone must whine about it, and that someone is me!!(Forgive any comma splices you may find; what I lack in grammar I make up for with a hearty dose of melodrama.)