Here are the answers to my mystery songs. I won't be pointing out who won, though. You know who you are. And you all get a gold star for playing. However, on further thought, I'll bold the ones that no one got. Different!
1. Someday I'll Be Saturday Night - Bon Jovi
2. She's Electric - Oasis
3. People's Parties - Joni Mitchell
4. Cellophane - Amanda Ghost
5. Ride Into The Sun - The Velvet Underground
6. We're Gonna Groove - Led Zeppelin
7. My Beautiful Sinking Ship - Devics
8. She's On Fire - Train (Lauren, didn't you have the lyrics for this in your bio once?)
9. All You Wanted - Michelle Branch (Kirk! Seriously!)
10. The Wrath Of Hermione - Harry And The Potters
11. You Keep Me Here - Milla Jovovich (I didn't expect anyone to know this.)
12. More Sweet Soul - Pretty Girls Make Graves (Or this.)
13. Watch Out - crushing velvet (Or this.)
14. We Belong - Pat Benatar
15. A Day In The Life - The Beatles (but it was an alternate take! HA!)
16. Jack The Ripper - Colin Meloy (orig. Morrisey)
17. The Silver Swan - Orlando Gibbons (I'm guessing no one did madrigals in school)
18. The Girl I Love (She Got Long Black Wavy Hair) - Led Zeppelin (Seriously.)
19. Holler - The Spice Girls (... Yep.)
20. Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying - Belle And Sebastian
In an unrelated story, I have a question. If we keep cutting down all the trees, then why does the pollen get worse every year? My face is a mass of swollen soft tissues and mucus and disgustingness and unattractiveness. But the good news is that I look better than I feel. Oy vey.
And furthermore, while I haven't been talking about it that much (to my dear friend Kirk's petulant dismay), I have been watching Veronica Mars. And it has been good. It has been good until recently, when my local UPN affiliate decided that they were going to preempt it for what-the-hell-ever basketball playoff sport ... thingie is going on right now. I don't really care about basketball, people, but my feelings are beginning to move into active dislike. From what I can tell from the internet, since the big CW announcement, WWOR has become affiliated with "My" programming, which is owned by Fox. They've even switched all their logos to say "My9" and all this. Some have posited that since UPN is going to leave them high and dry in a few months that they really don't care about UPN's programming anymore. I guess. Whatever. I wrote their programming department (hi Pat!) a strongly worded email.
The internet also tells me that they should air this week's episode at 7PM on Sunday. Maybe. We'll see. Blaah.
Thursday
Oh alright! I'll do it.
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
AND DON'T CHEAT!!!
1. Hey, man, I'm alive, I'm taking each day and night at a time.
2. She's electric, she's in a family full of eccentrics.
3. All the people at this party, they've got a lot of style.
4. Nobody moves me, I've been through this life with no place that I can call my own.
5. Looking for another place, someone else to be.
6. Hear my baby coming down the track, betcha my baby's coming back.
7. This is it, toe the line, we barely made it back this time.
8. Well this is just between us, but between us, let's get high.
9. I wanted to be like you, I wanted everything.
10. Rita Skeeter better shut her mouth before she gets in trouble.
11. It takes me years to come down to the door.
12. Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take.
13. Alone in the dark, I've been blowing off sparks.
14. Many times I tried to tell you, many times I cried alone.
15. I read the news today, oh boy.
16. Oh, you look so tired, mouth slack and wide.
17. The silver swan, who living had no note, when death approached unlocked her silent throat.
18. Oh, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair.
19. I wanna make you holler.
20. Oh, get me away from here, I'm dying.
900+ songs, and apparently 2 and a half days worth of music, and here we are. I skipped over instrumentals, which came up 2 times. Number 16 is not by the original artist, if that helps (?). At least one of these is so easy I almost skipped it for the sake of complicating things. A few of them, to be honest, I wouldn't even know if I hadn't written this. Only one of these really embarrassed me, but I was so suprised that I had it that it turned into amusement instead.
In other news, I have desperately wanted to change my blog layout for months, but I can't get myself motivated to do anything about it.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
AND DON'T CHEAT!!!
1. Hey, man, I'm alive, I'm taking each day and night at a time.
2. She's electric, she's in a family full of eccentrics.
3. All the people at this party, they've got a lot of style.
4. Nobody moves me, I've been through this life with no place that I can call my own.
5. Looking for another place, someone else to be.
6. Hear my baby coming down the track, betcha my baby's coming back.
7. This is it, toe the line, we barely made it back this time.
8. Well this is just between us, but between us, let's get high.
9. I wanted to be like you, I wanted everything.
10. Rita Skeeter better shut her mouth before she gets in trouble.
11. It takes me years to come down to the door.
12. Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take.
13. Alone in the dark, I've been blowing off sparks.
14. Many times I tried to tell you, many times I cried alone.
15. I read the news today, oh boy.
16. Oh, you look so tired, mouth slack and wide.
17. The silver swan, who living had no note, when death approached unlocked her silent throat.
18. Oh, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair.
19. I wanna make you holler.
20. Oh, get me away from here, I'm dying.
900+ songs, and apparently 2 and a half days worth of music, and here we are. I skipped over instrumentals, which came up 2 times. Number 16 is not by the original artist, if that helps (?). At least one of these is so easy I almost skipped it for the sake of complicating things. A few of them, to be honest, I wouldn't even know if I hadn't written this. Only one of these really embarrassed me, but I was so suprised that I had it that it turned into amusement instead.
In other news, I have desperately wanted to change my blog layout for months, but I can't get myself motivated to do anything about it.
Monday
I stole this from my friend Beth.
It is what the internet calls a "meme"? I'm doing this because I like my birthday.
Instructions: Go to Wikipedia and look up your birth day (excluding the year). List three events, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.
3 Events
771 - Austrasian King Carloman dies, leaving his brother Charlemagne King of the now complete Frankish Kingdom.
1875 - Notorious New York City politician Boss Tweed escapes from prison and flees to Cuba, then Spain.
1980 - The rock group Led Zeppelin formally announce their breakup.
2 Births
1849 - Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux chief (d. 1877)
1892 - Francisco Franco, dictator of Spain (d. 1975)
1 Death
1123 - Omar Khayyám, Persian poet, astronomer, mathematician, and philosopher
Instructions: Go to Wikipedia and look up your birth day (excluding the year). List three events, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.
3 Events
771 - Austrasian King Carloman dies, leaving his brother Charlemagne King of the now complete Frankish Kingdom.
1875 - Notorious New York City politician Boss Tweed escapes from prison and flees to Cuba, then Spain.
1980 - The rock group Led Zeppelin formally announce their breakup.
2 Births
1849 - Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux chief (d. 1877)
1892 - Francisco Franco, dictator of Spain (d. 1975)
1 Death
1123 - Omar Khayyám, Persian poet, astronomer, mathematician, and philosopher
Saturday
Half this entry is about Harry Potter.
There are many shirts that I would like for Christmas. Or, just in general really. For example, there's a shirt I'd like to get that says "You have a friend in cheeses."
I could have gotten it today, too! Because I was near both of the two retail locations of Murray's Cheese Shop, where one can purchase this item. But I was too busy walking the streets of SoHo in the rain! And wind! My shoes were soaked. The squishing was ridiculous. It was kind of enjoyable, though. But this is the sort of thing that Phoebe should do. In my imaginary world. Only she does it uptown.
When I got home, there was hail, which was kind of great. And I had a cream soda, which was also great. However, as in most instances where I walk more than I think I will, I'm now sporting an impressive laceration on my heel.
You don't care about any of this, though! You care about the Potter.
[Begin Spoiler for My Horrible Prediction For Book Seven. — Highlight to view]
One of the twins will die. And only one.
Here is why I think this.
Ms. Rowling has put forth the general knowledge that the final book will contain multiple casualties. Oh no! There are nine Weasleys altogether. This, I think, makes the odd pretty long that all of them are going to make it through unscathed. Plus there's some foreshadowing, like Mrs. Weasley's boggart, etc.
It can't be Ron, because Ron has to marry Hermione and make, like, a thousand red-headed babies. IT'S JUST THE FACTS HERE, PEOPLE.
It can't be Ginny, because Ginny exists in this dramatic circle with Harry and his mother. A red-haired woman who loved Harry gave her life to save him when this started. When this ends, a red-haired woman who loves Harry can't also die to save him. The reason you revisit the past is to provide a different outcome. I mean, I'm seriously talking out of my ass right now, but it wouldn't feel right to have Ginny die.
It won't be Bill, because he's already been ticked for having something terrible happen to him. If he died on top of it, that would be a little much. What did Bill ever do to anyone? Likewise, Mr. Weasley. He's already been attacked and recovered. He's done on tragedy.
It might be Mrs. Weasley, but, damn, that would suck. Harry's the one with the dead parent issues. He likes the Weasleys because they don't have any of that.
It might be Charlie. Nothing's really happened to him so far. But of all the Weasleys, he's the one we've seen the least, and hence know the least. His death would lack a certain emotional resonance. Likewise with Percy. I mean, would you miss Percy at this point? It makes more sense for his arc to have some sort of epiphany and do something to redeem himself. But he's not evil, so his redemption doesn't need to include death. In my opinion, anyway.
This leaves the twins. They're done. They're goners. They've already completed the transition from children to adults. They've made a useful contribution (the joke shop) to both the plot and the world of the book. And they notoriously get away with everything. Nothing bad has ever happened to them. You know, aside from that time that they couldn't play Quidditch. But what's that? I think at least one of them is on his last lucky chance. Why do I think just one? Um. No reason, really, except that OMG WOULDN'T THAT BE SO MESSED UP?? I mean, to kill off one twin? Wouldn't that be terrible? What the fuck is the matter with me!
And if you want me to pick which one ... Fred. Because Fred is the more assertive one. And, well, it's Fred and George, isn't it? If you take out Fred, you just have "and George." It would drive home the lack just a little bit more.
Dude. So messed up.
[End Spoiler]
I could have gotten it today, too! Because I was near both of the two retail locations of Murray's Cheese Shop, where one can purchase this item. But I was too busy walking the streets of SoHo in the rain! And wind! My shoes were soaked. The squishing was ridiculous. It was kind of enjoyable, though. But this is the sort of thing that Phoebe should do. In my imaginary world. Only she does it uptown.
When I got home, there was hail, which was kind of great. And I had a cream soda, which was also great. However, as in most instances where I walk more than I think I will, I'm now sporting an impressive laceration on my heel.
You don't care about any of this, though! You care about the Potter.
[Begin Spoiler for My Horrible Prediction For Book Seven. — Highlight to view]
One of the twins will die. And only one.
Here is why I think this.
Ms. Rowling has put forth the general knowledge that the final book will contain multiple casualties. Oh no! There are nine Weasleys altogether. This, I think, makes the odd pretty long that all of them are going to make it through unscathed. Plus there's some foreshadowing, like Mrs. Weasley's boggart, etc.
It can't be Ron, because Ron has to marry Hermione and make, like, a thousand red-headed babies. IT'S JUST THE FACTS HERE, PEOPLE.
It can't be Ginny, because Ginny exists in this dramatic circle with Harry and his mother. A red-haired woman who loved Harry gave her life to save him when this started. When this ends, a red-haired woman who loves Harry can't also die to save him. The reason you revisit the past is to provide a different outcome. I mean, I'm seriously talking out of my ass right now, but it wouldn't feel right to have Ginny die.
It won't be Bill, because he's already been ticked for having something terrible happen to him. If he died on top of it, that would be a little much. What did Bill ever do to anyone? Likewise, Mr. Weasley. He's already been attacked and recovered. He's done on tragedy.
It might be Mrs. Weasley, but, damn, that would suck. Harry's the one with the dead parent issues. He likes the Weasleys because they don't have any of that.
It might be Charlie. Nothing's really happened to him so far. But of all the Weasleys, he's the one we've seen the least, and hence know the least. His death would lack a certain emotional resonance. Likewise with Percy. I mean, would you miss Percy at this point? It makes more sense for his arc to have some sort of epiphany and do something to redeem himself. But he's not evil, so his redemption doesn't need to include death. In my opinion, anyway.
This leaves the twins. They're done. They're goners. They've already completed the transition from children to adults. They've made a useful contribution (the joke shop) to both the plot and the world of the book. And they notoriously get away with everything. Nothing bad has ever happened to them. You know, aside from that time that they couldn't play Quidditch. But what's that? I think at least one of them is on his last lucky chance. Why do I think just one? Um. No reason, really, except that OMG WOULDN'T THAT BE SO MESSED UP?? I mean, to kill off one twin? Wouldn't that be terrible? What the fuck is the matter with me!
And if you want me to pick which one ... Fred. Because Fred is the more assertive one. And, well, it's Fred and George, isn't it? If you take out Fred, you just have "and George." It would drive home the lack just a little bit more.
Dude. So messed up.
[End Spoiler]
Friday
Sunday
I guess this is what I get for wanting to be a vampire.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I am cold. I am cold all the time . It's really rather aggravating. It has also taken a lot of getting used to.
It all started when I was radioactive and my thyroid died. It is my understanding that having no thyroid function and being very cold are related to each other. Of course, this came off the heels of my hyperthyroid function, during which time I was sweating and uncomfortable all the time. During a very hot summer in which I had no air-conditioning. So, it's nice not to be that hot anymore. But aside from that, I've always preferred the cold my entire life. I would always prefer to be a little too cold than a little too warm.
But being cold, I have discovered, sucks. A lot. I have spent the winter wandering around my house in layers of shirts and fleeces and sweatpants and socks, and even then, having ice cold hands and asking if we couldn't turn the heat up. When I'm someplace like, say, work, where I don't have the luxury of dressing like an eskimo without attracting comments and stares, I shiver my way through the day.
Right now, it's 66 degrees. Spring has sprung! (Also daylight savings - the most hateful weekend of the year.) My mother has had all the windows open which, among other things, means it's going to be time to renew my Allegra prescription. And what am I wearing right now? Sweatpants. A yellow t-shirt that says "Yes you can." And a thick fleecey pullover. ... It was chilly. I'm not wearing socks, though, which is the only sign that things are a bit different. Last night while I was lying in my flannel nightgown under flannel sheets and blankets, I began to feel "a little too warm" and I was actually thankful. I actually preferred it to feeling chilly.
All this detail is to inform you that I often feel cold. I guess you could have skipped the above paragraphs. Anyway, when I'm not busy freaking people out by laying my icy hands of death upon them (only if I know them well, I'm not odd and touchy-feely with strange persons), I've been wondering if this is how vampires would feel. Maybe? Or maybe not. Because if you're a vampire, you wouldn't produce any body heat at all, so there would be nothing to offset the coldness of your extremities. Which, I think, it why it feels so uncomfortable, because the room-temperature nature of my skin is right up against the interior of my body which, one hopes, is still around 97 degrees.
In other news, here are some things I learned this weekend. I hate Apple and iTunes. But I'm in love with Neutral Milk Hotel. Yay!
It all started when I was radioactive and my thyroid died. It is my understanding that having no thyroid function and being very cold are related to each other. Of course, this came off the heels of my hyperthyroid function, during which time I was sweating and uncomfortable all the time. During a very hot summer in which I had no air-conditioning. So, it's nice not to be that hot anymore. But aside from that, I've always preferred the cold my entire life. I would always prefer to be a little too cold than a little too warm.
But being cold, I have discovered, sucks. A lot. I have spent the winter wandering around my house in layers of shirts and fleeces and sweatpants and socks, and even then, having ice cold hands and asking if we couldn't turn the heat up. When I'm someplace like, say, work, where I don't have the luxury of dressing like an eskimo without attracting comments and stares, I shiver my way through the day.
Right now, it's 66 degrees. Spring has sprung! (Also daylight savings - the most hateful weekend of the year.) My mother has had all the windows open which, among other things, means it's going to be time to renew my Allegra prescription. And what am I wearing right now? Sweatpants. A yellow t-shirt that says "Yes you can." And a thick fleecey pullover. ... It was chilly. I'm not wearing socks, though, which is the only sign that things are a bit different. Last night while I was lying in my flannel nightgown under flannel sheets and blankets, I began to feel "a little too warm" and I was actually thankful. I actually preferred it to feeling chilly.
All this detail is to inform you that I often feel cold. I guess you could have skipped the above paragraphs. Anyway, when I'm not busy freaking people out by laying my icy hands of death upon them (only if I know them well, I'm not odd and touchy-feely with strange persons), I've been wondering if this is how vampires would feel. Maybe? Or maybe not. Because if you're a vampire, you wouldn't produce any body heat at all, so there would be nothing to offset the coldness of your extremities. Which, I think, it why it feels so uncomfortable, because the room-temperature nature of my skin is right up against the interior of my body which, one hopes, is still around 97 degrees.
In other news, here are some things I learned this weekend. I hate Apple and iTunes. But I'm in love with Neutral Milk Hotel. Yay!
Thursday
Lost is just like life!
[Begin Spoiler for Lost 2.17 - "Lockdown" — Highlight to view]
More like ... LOCKE, DOWN am I right? Heh heh heh heh. Seriously though, folks.
not-Henry is so a not-Other. I was firmly convinced of his Otherness right up until the end of the episode, when his Potentially Complicated And Dark Past was revealed. Up until this point, I was only thinking of two options. Either he was telling the truth, or he was an Other. And he was clearly not telling the truth. But having reevaluated things, I realized that not being entirely on the up-and-up does not necessarily make him an Other, and indeed, it's probably more interesting if he's not. With this in mind, I bring you:
OMG, It's Like Politics Or Something!
The Lostaways have undergone some trauma forced upon them by a shadowy and loosely defined terrorist group. They stumble across a convenient scapegoat for their problems, someone who, while perhaps not necessarily good, and perhaps not unworthy of ill-treated, nevertheless has nothing to do with the injuries they have suffered. Not to be dissuaded, the Lostaways press on until the "find" the evidence that supports their beliefs, all in the interest of not losing their scapegoat. The person spearheading this operation? Is an Iraqi. IRONY, eh?
[End Spoiler]
Thus completes my musings on ... pretty much everything. You would not believe how tired I am. Um. Unless you've ever been really really tired. Then you'd probably know. I am so tired -- nay, weary -- that I feel ill. I am irritable and might be prone to violent outbursts or crying. I heard this condition is sometimes treated with alcohol? How does that go?
More like ... LOCKE, DOWN am I right? Heh heh heh heh. Seriously though, folks.
not-Henry is so a not-Other. I was firmly convinced of his Otherness right up until the end of the episode, when his Potentially Complicated And Dark Past was revealed. Up until this point, I was only thinking of two options. Either he was telling the truth, or he was an Other. And he was clearly not telling the truth. But having reevaluated things, I realized that not being entirely on the up-and-up does not necessarily make him an Other, and indeed, it's probably more interesting if he's not. With this in mind, I bring you:
OMG, It's Like Politics Or Something!
The Lostaways have undergone some trauma forced upon them by a shadowy and loosely defined terrorist group. They stumble across a convenient scapegoat for their problems, someone who, while perhaps not necessarily good, and perhaps not unworthy of ill-treated, nevertheless has nothing to do with the injuries they have suffered. Not to be dissuaded, the Lostaways press on until the "find" the evidence that supports their beliefs, all in the interest of not losing their scapegoat. The person spearheading this operation? Is an Iraqi. IRONY, eh?
[End Spoiler]
Thus completes my musings on ... pretty much everything. You would not believe how tired I am. Um. Unless you've ever been really really tired. Then you'd probably know. I am so tired -- nay, weary -- that I feel ill. I am irritable and might be prone to violent outbursts or crying. I heard this condition is sometimes treated with alcohol? How does that go?
Tuesday
Life options.
Blogger was down yesterday, so I was deprived of the opportunity to make a post about chocolate milk.
Today I'm weighing a choice between a certain, monetarily-secure, soul-crushing, dream-dissipating life, and an unstable, second-guessing, disappointing attempt to do the only thing I have ever desired. This is not the first time this thought has occurred to me, but I think life would be easier without hope. If my hope would just die, I don't think I would be as vulnerable. If I didn't have hope, I could just give up.
Yesterday was chocolate milk. FYI.
Today I'm weighing a choice between a certain, monetarily-secure, soul-crushing, dream-dissipating life, and an unstable, second-guessing, disappointing attempt to do the only thing I have ever desired. This is not the first time this thought has occurred to me, but I think life would be easier without hope. If my hope would just die, I don't think I would be as vulnerable. If I didn't have hope, I could just give up.
Yesterday was chocolate milk. FYI.
Thursday
"Nothing."
God. WHY DO I KEEP SAYING THAT?
I had a frustrating and miserable day today. I'm very tired and I wish I could go to sleep and have all my problems magically disappear.
Actually, I completely forget what I was going to say about this, because when I got home I was wired and close to tears, but then I had dinner and some honeydew and now I'm actually pretty cool, just a little sleepy. But the above still stands.
In reference to the title, sometime, somehow, it seems that I became massively passive-aggressive. My answer to everyone, about everything (regarding myself), is "Nothing" or "Not much" or "Okay."
How have I been? Okay.
What have I been up to? Not much.
What did I do today? Nothing.
There's just, apparently, a lot I don't want to deal with right now.
I had a frustrating and miserable day today. I'm very tired and I wish I could go to sleep and have all my problems magically disappear.
Actually, I completely forget what I was going to say about this, because when I got home I was wired and close to tears, but then I had dinner and some honeydew and now I'm actually pretty cool, just a little sleepy. But the above still stands.
In reference to the title, sometime, somehow, it seems that I became massively passive-aggressive. My answer to everyone, about everything (regarding myself), is "Nothing" or "Not much" or "Okay."
How have I been? Okay.
What have I been up to? Not much.
What did I do today? Nothing.
There's just, apparently, a lot I don't want to deal with right now.
Tuesday
That's it, I'm going to have to learn Ukrainian.
Right after I attain fluency in Classical Latin and Irish Gaeilge, and learn passably conversational French and Italian and maybe Welsh.
Seriously, if I could be granted a super power, it would be to be fluent in all languages. Or not even to speak them, just to be able to understand them. Like, if I could stick some dough in my ears and be able to understand Turkish, that would rock so hard.
Seriously, if I could be granted a super power, it would be to be fluent in all languages. Or not even to speak them, just to be able to understand them. Like, if I could stick some dough in my ears and be able to understand Turkish, that would rock so hard.
Friday
Do these people think they are good drivers?
Holy crap, two entries in one day! Did you win the lottery or something?
So, of late, I have been employed in a regular type occupation. It is actually pretty cool in the sense that I work with people who are cool. This makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I've actually found myself (mildly) looking forward to going to work. It's kinda crazy. Not that I want to sell insurance or anything. I'm just saying.
My foray into the 9-5 world (or rather, 9:30-5, or, whatever hours work that day, because if I want them to be different, that's cool, do you see what I mean?) unfortunately means that I am now subject to the maladies of the "rush hour." The good news is that the job only requires about 5-10 minutes of driving, because it's really really close to my house. The bad news is that in those 5-10 minutes, I encounter untold numbers of douchebags and idiots.
Yesterday I was nearly run off the road no fewer than three times. The first fellow was behind me in a monstrous truck. He pulled so close to me that I could only almost see the severed ram's head logo on the front grill. I was stopped at a red light. I was watching the lights to see when they would turn, and I began to move the instant the light became green. And the fucker honked at me. FUCKING HONKED AT ME. Like, what the fuck. A "what is the freaking hold up, you slow moron??" honk, in case that's not clear. I instantly realized that it didn't matter when I started moving, because he had fully planned to honk at me anyway.
The next instance came on a stomach-clenching stretch of road, because it's a 40mph curving road bounded by concrete dividers. You then come to a light where the speed becomes 25mph. It's best not to ask. Anyway, at this light, I turn. Except I wondered if I'd be able to make the turn, as the young man and his jalopy behind me was seemingly attached to my rear bumper. I wasn't really sure if I should try to go faster, or slower, or what. I wondered if he realized that I would need to stop soon. And if he would hit me when that eventuality presented itself. It turned out okay.
The last was on my very street, and I really have no idea what happened. I wanted to go to the post office, but I needed to stop at my house to get something. So I was going to park on my quiet residential street. Instead, I had to kind of swerve over when a blue car was, yet again, upon the very ass of my car. As he sped by, he gave me some incredulous looks and hand gestures, as if *I* were the asshole.
Now, don't get me wrong, I considered that maybe I had gotten drunk or something and had been driving like crap that day. But I wasn't.
Today I watched a car in front of me tail the car ahead of it, with the brake lights flashing every few seconds. That probably wouldn't have happened had the one driver not been up the other one's ass. And that's when this entry's title occurred to me.
Seriously, there are many bad drivers. I really don't like to drive. I find it to be immensely stressful, though perhaps good for my abdominal muscles. And it's not that I don't trust myself. I don't trust other people. And ... do they realize how much they suck? I have to think that if they did, then they would endeavor not to suck anymore. But perhaps they don't know. And if they don't know, *why* don't they know? Why don't they realize who much they fucking suck!
The end.
So, of late, I have been employed in a regular type occupation. It is actually pretty cool in the sense that I work with people who are cool. This makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I've actually found myself (mildly) looking forward to going to work. It's kinda crazy. Not that I want to sell insurance or anything. I'm just saying.
My foray into the 9-5 world (or rather, 9:30-5, or, whatever hours work that day, because if I want them to be different, that's cool, do you see what I mean?) unfortunately means that I am now subject to the maladies of the "rush hour." The good news is that the job only requires about 5-10 minutes of driving, because it's really really close to my house. The bad news is that in those 5-10 minutes, I encounter untold numbers of douchebags and idiots.
Yesterday I was nearly run off the road no fewer than three times. The first fellow was behind me in a monstrous truck. He pulled so close to me that I could only almost see the severed ram's head logo on the front grill. I was stopped at a red light. I was watching the lights to see when they would turn, and I began to move the instant the light became green. And the fucker honked at me. FUCKING HONKED AT ME. Like, what the fuck. A "what is the freaking hold up, you slow moron??" honk, in case that's not clear. I instantly realized that it didn't matter when I started moving, because he had fully planned to honk at me anyway.
The next instance came on a stomach-clenching stretch of road, because it's a 40mph curving road bounded by concrete dividers. You then come to a light where the speed becomes 25mph. It's best not to ask. Anyway, at this light, I turn. Except I wondered if I'd be able to make the turn, as the young man and his jalopy behind me was seemingly attached to my rear bumper. I wasn't really sure if I should try to go faster, or slower, or what. I wondered if he realized that I would need to stop soon. And if he would hit me when that eventuality presented itself. It turned out okay.
The last was on my very street, and I really have no idea what happened. I wanted to go to the post office, but I needed to stop at my house to get something. So I was going to park on my quiet residential street. Instead, I had to kind of swerve over when a blue car was, yet again, upon the very ass of my car. As he sped by, he gave me some incredulous looks and hand gestures, as if *I* were the asshole.
Now, don't get me wrong, I considered that maybe I had gotten drunk or something and had been driving like crap that day. But I wasn't.
Today I watched a car in front of me tail the car ahead of it, with the brake lights flashing every few seconds. That probably wouldn't have happened had the one driver not been up the other one's ass. And that's when this entry's title occurred to me.
Seriously, there are many bad drivers. I really don't like to drive. I find it to be immensely stressful, though perhaps good for my abdominal muscles. And it's not that I don't trust myself. I don't trust other people. And ... do they realize how much they suck? I have to think that if they did, then they would endeavor not to suck anymore. But perhaps they don't know. And if they don't know, *why* don't they know? Why don't they realize who much they fucking suck!
The end.
For the record, I actually have quite a lot to say.
My head is, sometimes literally, abuzz with thoughts these days. It's just that I have no one to talk to. Well, that's not true. I do have people to talk to. But no one appropriate.
I'm pretty sure that there was a time when I would have been cool with just thinking it all over. Now, however, I find myself actively desiring to hear someone else's opinions on what's going on in my head. Not in a shrink way, though. Also, someone with whom I'd feel comfortable discussing the topics. And that person doesn't seem to exist. Or, perhaps, has ceased to exist.
My brand new plan is to stop this entry before it becomes too godawfully whiny.
I'm pretty sure that there was a time when I would have been cool with just thinking it all over. Now, however, I find myself actively desiring to hear someone else's opinions on what's going on in my head. Not in a shrink way, though. Also, someone with whom I'd feel comfortable discussing the topics. And that person doesn't seem to exist. Or, perhaps, has ceased to exist.
My brand new plan is to stop this entry before it becomes too godawfully whiny.
Jack of all trades, quitter of all.
Hello blog! I have not been in a blogging way, lately, as ... well, as no one can tell, because they're probably not reading this. Oh well!
I was not a happy camper last night. I watched some ladies figure skating, and became depressed. I felt very old and adrift in a sea of nothingness. Also, sleepy. So I listened to some Vivaldi and I cried a little.
Then I got up this morning and went to a job interview! Then I had cereal. And next week I have fun activities planned. So, it's cool now. I sometimes have trouble discerning if my moods will be long lasting or not.
This is my update. It is much shorter and much less interesting than I anticipated.
However, I realised that this Monday was February 19th. That's crazy, I didn't even realize it until five days later. I suppose this also means I should wish Jenny a happy birthday. Happy Birthday Jenny!
I must buy things for upcoming birthdays. I'll work on it.
I was not a happy camper last night. I watched some ladies figure skating, and became depressed. I felt very old and adrift in a sea of nothingness. Also, sleepy. So I listened to some Vivaldi and I cried a little.
Then I got up this morning and went to a job interview! Then I had cereal. And next week I have fun activities planned. So, it's cool now. I sometimes have trouble discerning if my moods will be long lasting or not.
This is my update. It is much shorter and much less interesting than I anticipated.
However, I realised that this Monday was February 19th. That's crazy, I didn't even realize it until five days later. I suppose this also means I should wish Jenny a happy birthday. Happy Birthday Jenny!
I must buy things for upcoming birthdays. I'll work on it.
Saturday
I don't know you.
Really. There was a ... mishap, and now my phone is no more. Like a good modern technology-dependent, the phone numbers, etc. of everyone I know was in there. Also, I really liked that phone.
Anyway. I have an actual physical phone book, in which I do have some actual physical phone numbers, but I have no idea how up to date they are. So, if you're a person who still likes me, drop me a line some time to fill me in on your correct information.
You know, whatever!
Anyway. I have an actual physical phone book, in which I do have some actual physical phone numbers, but I have no idea how up to date they are. So, if you're a person who still likes me, drop me a line some time to fill me in on your correct information.
You know, whatever!
Wednesday
Via Crystal: DUDE.
If you are reading this right now, you should go here.
You should go there and listen to the January 23rd Lost podcast. Even if you don't watch or like Lost. Even if you don't listen to or like podcasts. Even if you have no idea what I'm talking about.
You should especially listen to the answer given around the time 17:55. Actually, that's all you have to listen to. That's all I've listened to so far.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.
Except, maybe, "Hi, creators of Lost"?
You should go there and listen to the January 23rd Lost podcast. Even if you don't watch or like Lost. Even if you don't listen to or like podcasts. Even if you have no idea what I'm talking about.
You should especially listen to the answer given around the time 17:55. Actually, that's all you have to listen to. That's all I've listened to so far.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.
Except, maybe, "Hi, creators of Lost"?
Sunday
Pictures!
This entry contains pictures. Of me! Hence, the title.
Just because I am (occasionally) a performer does not necessarily mean that I am a people person. I'm really not. I hate dealing with people. If anyone knows of a good part-time job for hermits, please let me know.
This week, I drove on the highway for the first time. Specifically, the Garden State Parkway. And technically, I'd driven on it before, but it was for one exit in high traffic. I was very scary and I hate driving. But I did fine! I used EZPass! On the way home the sun was directly level to my face and I was moving at high speeds with crazy co-motorists. I was pretty convinced that this escapade would result in my gruesome death, but that did not happen. This is something that I thought about. It would have been most embarrasing had I died, because I had the day before made a mildly entertaining doodle on my arm. After a single showering. I wouldn't want the authorities to think I was sad and lame. Even though, obviously, I am. That's okay though! I'm comfortable with it.
Now, in the continued adventures of my hair. I never did get around to getting it styled like I said I would, but as it has lengthened, I find I enjoy it quite a bit. The hair that's been growing back in, that stuck out all over my head during the and gave me tiny bangs, is now shaggier. When I have the bulk of my hair up and these pieces fall forward, I find that I look pretty emo. Or at least, whatever my perception of emo is, I seem to fit it. It's kind of fascinating to discover what unintentional styles my hair develops. So without further ado, here are some intentionally emo pictures of my unintentionally emo hair.
Emo hair 1.
Emo hair 2.
Finally, this weekend I redid the downstairs bathroom. Off the kitchen, there is a small closet that masquerades as a bathroom. It's hard to fit a single person inside it. And until very recently, it was quite ugly. But it's not anymore! It's "Oh My God, It's So French." And I put vinyl tiles on the floor and it was a lot of work but it is awesome. Unfortunately, since you haven't (statistically) seen what the bathroom looked like before, the comparison is pretty much meaningless. But if you were ever interested, I have pictures. I will email you pictures of my tiny bathroom, if that's what you need.
Just because I am (occasionally) a performer does not necessarily mean that I am a people person. I'm really not. I hate dealing with people. If anyone knows of a good part-time job for hermits, please let me know.
This week, I drove on the highway for the first time. Specifically, the Garden State Parkway. And technically, I'd driven on it before, but it was for one exit in high traffic. I was very scary and I hate driving. But I did fine! I used EZPass! On the way home the sun was directly level to my face and I was moving at high speeds with crazy co-motorists. I was pretty convinced that this escapade would result in my gruesome death, but that did not happen. This is something that I thought about. It would have been most embarrasing had I died, because I had the day before made a mildly entertaining doodle on my arm. After a single showering. I wouldn't want the authorities to think I was sad and lame. Even though, obviously, I am. That's okay though! I'm comfortable with it.
Now, in the continued adventures of my hair. I never did get around to getting it styled like I said I would, but as it has lengthened, I find I enjoy it quite a bit. The hair that's been growing back in, that stuck out all over my head during the and gave me tiny bangs, is now shaggier. When I have the bulk of my hair up and these pieces fall forward, I find that I look pretty emo. Or at least, whatever my perception of emo is, I seem to fit it. It's kind of fascinating to discover what unintentional styles my hair develops. So without further ado, here are some intentionally emo pictures of my unintentionally emo hair.
Emo hair 1.
Emo hair 2.
Finally, this weekend I redid the downstairs bathroom. Off the kitchen, there is a small closet that masquerades as a bathroom. It's hard to fit a single person inside it. And until very recently, it was quite ugly. But it's not anymore! It's "Oh My God, It's So French." And I put vinyl tiles on the floor and it was a lot of work but it is awesome. Unfortunately, since you haven't (statistically) seen what the bathroom looked like before, the comparison is pretty much meaningless. But if you were ever interested, I have pictures. I will email you pictures of my tiny bathroom, if that's what you need.
Thursday
I am only posting this ...
... because I did not make a single word of it up.
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Jupe!
- 99 percent of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as Jupe.
- Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from Jupe.
- Jupe is the only bird that can swim but not fly.
- By tradition, a girl standing under Jupe cannot refuse to be kissed by anyone who claims the privilege.
- Bees visit over three million flowers to make a single kilogram of Jupe.
- The only Englishman to become Jupe was Nicholas Breakspear, who was Jupe from 1154 to 1159.
- Twenty-eight percent of Microsoft's employees are Jupe.
- Jupe can clean her ears with her tongue, which is over thirty-nine inches long!
- Louisa May Alcott, author of 'Little Jupe', hated Jupe and only wrote the book at her publisher's request.
- Ninety-six percent of all candles sold are purchased by Jupe.
Tuesday
Lauren! Why didn't you tell me!
Please note that I am currently irrational with glee, and not apt to find answers such as, "I was unaware." to be acceptable.
So, even though I've been in a sort of musical drought and mostly unaware of contemporary entertainment, some things still filter through to me. One such thing is the existence of a band called "Rilo Kiley" and the knowledge that some people I know seem to think they're keen. Also, that this band is fronted by a young lady named Jenny Lewis.
What I didn't put together until today is that this is the selfsame Jenny Lewis, the small adorable redhead, of such films as Troop Beverly Hills and A Friendship In Vienna , the latter of which is a movie that I watched innumerable times as a young girl. That and Henson puppet movies. Man. Wonderful times.
So, now I'm excited to learn about her music, whereas before I had reasonably low interest. That's how to get my attention, I guess! Of course, this is not to say that I will like the band, nor that I will listen to them much. Or maybe it does. But either way, I'll probably have to ask which songs are best to listen to. I may enlist Lauren, as she is a fangirl.
So, even though I've been in a sort of musical drought and mostly unaware of contemporary entertainment, some things still filter through to me. One such thing is the existence of a band called "Rilo Kiley" and the knowledge that some people I know seem to think they're keen. Also, that this band is fronted by a young lady named Jenny Lewis.
What I didn't put together until today is that this is the selfsame Jenny Lewis, the small adorable redhead, of such films as Troop Beverly Hills and A Friendship In Vienna , the latter of which is a movie that I watched innumerable times as a young girl. That and Henson puppet movies. Man. Wonderful times.
So, now I'm excited to learn about her music, whereas before I had reasonably low interest. That's how to get my attention, I guess! Of course, this is not to say that I will like the band, nor that I will listen to them much. Or maybe it does. But either way, I'll probably have to ask which songs are best to listen to. I may enlist Lauren, as she is a fangirl.
Saturday
Year in review?
So, here we are, and it’s the last day of 2005. In the morning , no less! Holy geez! I don’t know what’s gotten into me.
Last night, I had a strange dream. Ordinarily, I would say this is typical. On my worst dreaming day, my most unstrange dream can probably beat anyone else’s strangest dreams. My brain works in ways best not to fathom. But this dream was strange because it was, for my brain, just plain unimaginative. Perhaps I should blame the exceptionally late (or early?) hour at which I allowed myself to sleep. And painkillers?
What I got was basically a mixed-up mish-mash montage of things from the last year. It was mostly from the last month, but earlier things were there too. Movies seen, books read, video games bested (or not). Then some factual events skewed and placed out of order.
Like Professor McGonagall admonishing: “Don’t let Potter compete!” but talking about him making the gingerbread cookies that I made for Christmas. (There was a lot of dough, and it was a pain in the ass to work in all together.) Or me getting shots of muscle relaxants in my arms before going out for an audition which turned out to be a kind of birthday party during a community meeting at my old high school and my old librarian was making gift baskets. You know, utterly normal .
I’d like to try to spin this into an actual review of the past year, but that would take too much thinking and work and, to be honest, I got nothin’. In a sometimes tradition, I have no plans for this, the most fabulous of yearly dates. My sister and I have recently discussed the pressure to be doing something simply wonderful today, and especially at midnight. Too much pressure. Too many drunks on the road. Too lazy. I’ll see what happens (maybe movies, maybe friends, mostly likely video games), I’ll stay up for the switch over, and I’ll wake up tomorrow to a fresh new year.
I don’t do resolutions. I hope everyone else’s work out, though.
Happy New Year, all!
Last night, I had a strange dream. Ordinarily, I would say this is typical. On my worst dreaming day, my most unstrange dream can probably beat anyone else’s strangest dreams. My brain works in ways best not to fathom. But this dream was strange because it was, for my brain, just plain unimaginative. Perhaps I should blame the exceptionally late (or early?) hour at which I allowed myself to sleep. And painkillers?
What I got was basically a mixed-up mish-mash montage of things from the last year. It was mostly from the last month, but earlier things were there too. Movies seen, books read, video games bested (or not). Then some factual events skewed and placed out of order.
Like Professor McGonagall admonishing: “Don’t let Potter compete!” but talking about him making the gingerbread cookies that I made for Christmas. (There was a lot of dough, and it was a pain in the ass to work in all together.) Or me getting shots of muscle relaxants in my arms before going out for an audition which turned out to be a kind of birthday party during a community meeting at my old high school and my old librarian was making gift baskets. You know, utterly normal .
I’d like to try to spin this into an actual review of the past year, but that would take too much thinking and work and, to be honest, I got nothin’. In a sometimes tradition, I have no plans for this, the most fabulous of yearly dates. My sister and I have recently discussed the pressure to be doing something simply wonderful today, and especially at midnight. Too much pressure. Too many drunks on the road. Too lazy. I’ll see what happens (maybe movies, maybe friends, mostly likely video games), I’ll stay up for the switch over, and I’ll wake up tomorrow to a fresh new year.
I don’t do resolutions. I hope everyone else’s work out, though.
Happy New Year, all!
Friday
And you atheists - have a nice day.
That's New York's Only Classic Rock Station making me smile sometimes.
Happy Christmas Eve Eve everyone! Delete words backwards as the days progress!
Happy Christmas Eve Eve everyone! Delete words backwards as the days progress!
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