I Can’t Stop Loving You

Why didn’t anyone tell me that Ray Charles died? Seemed like every time I turned on the radio last week, they were blathering on about a funeral but it sure as hell wasn’t Ray’s.

The first real CD (meaning “grown up”) that my son Samuel ever asked for was Ray Charles’ Greatest Hits — I believe my brother Scott bought it for him a few years back for Christmas.

Thanks to the recent Anime film Metropolis, Sam and Julia now have a new routine in which she will suddenly stop whatever they’re doing and start to twitch, saying in a strange robotic voice “I . . . I . . . I am . . . I am . . . I am Tima . . . Tima . . . I am . . . Tima…”

Sam will then scream in mock horror: “Tima!! Nooooooo!!!”

And then they’ll both kick in with “I can’t stop . . . loving you…” at full volume.

(You’ll just have to watch the movie to get it, I suppose. But it’s the funniest damn thing in the world.)