There's a lot of good new music out there. To wit, I recently posted about Rilo Kiley, and I have been getting into Interpol and Iron&Wine and whatnot. And it's good shit. But nothing, NOTHING compares to the classics. Woxy.com just played The La's "There She Goes." And my brain went from vaguely-tired-eh-mid-to-late-afternoon-bleh to YAY-SLAPPED-AWAKE-AND-FEELING-FINE!!!!
God bless The La's!
Thursday, April 21, 2005
eff you.
God I wish K would stop opposite-copying me. I have a bad day yesterday, she has a GREAT DAY FULL OF LOVE. Pleeeeease.
Just to show her, I am having an amazing day today. Well, a good one, anyway. At the very least it is FLYYYYYING by. . . and now that I've said that, I'm sure it is going to crawl by for the remainder of the afternoon. I'm jinxed. And it's all HER fault.
Just to show her, I am having an amazing day today. Well, a good one, anyway. At the very least it is FLYYYYYING by. . . and now that I've said that, I'm sure it is going to crawl by for the remainder of the afternoon. I'm jinxed. And it's all HER fault.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Dammit I've got the blues
Feeling sad today. I'm tired and my body hurts. Low energy and low mind.
I've got the blues.
Where's my harmonica?
I've got the blues.
Where's my harmonica?
Monday, April 18, 2005
Well that's just great
Had a great birthday weekend, replete with friends, a cook-out and outdoor film viewing. To cap it all off, Karen and I take a photo where I do not look completely hideous. Except that my breasts are completely hanging out.
So it's a girl gone wild, really.
So it's a girl gone wild, really.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Gah!
Blogga wouldn't let me in all day until now. . . and now I've forgotten what I was going to post about. Damn you, free service that I take for granted, DAMN YOOOOOOU!!
On a band-y note, I got tickets for Rilo Kiley's next show in the ATL (June 6 @ Variety, for those interested parties), AND tickets for a show in Chicago when I am visiting Claire over the Mem Day hol weekend. They are called Saturday Looks Good To Me and it should be a good show. As opposed to all the shitty, horrible shows I pay money to see.
Ah, now I'm remembering. Last night I got home approx 7pm to discover that my marvelous, wonderful, well-behaved pup Tallulah had EATEN MY BEDROOM DOOR. Let me back up. This dog is absolutely PETRIFIED of rain, thunder, lightning, things overhead, things moving too fast, unknown environments, grass twitching, light breezes, etc. I exaggerate un petit peu, but--seriously--she FLIPS OUT during thunderstorms. Come to think of it, I believe I have mentioned something like this before on this blog. So I don't need to go into all of it all over again.
Anyway, I come home. Everything seems fine, she's acting a little weird, but not I-just-destroyed-something-pretty-major-weird. I turn off the alarm, give her a biscuit, go get the mail, leaf through and drop it on the table, turn to go down the hall, turn on the light, and freeze, looking at approximately 9 pounds of shredded wood littering the hallway. While I still standing there, I hear Tallulah veeeeery quietly creep away back into the living room to hide underneath the Chinese table. When I am able to move again, it's my turn to FLIP THE FUCK OUT. The front panel on the door from waist-down is GONE. Ribbons of plywood are peeling up, and the frame slats inside the door are bared. In other words, it is totally effed. I draaaaaag Tallulah to the mess, shout a lot, draaaaag her all the way downstairs and boot her outside. I go over to pop her on the bootie and she howls, "Ahh-ooooooooooooo" all piteously. Pussy. I didn't even touch her. I was going to, but then I spied the kids next door playing in their back yard and I didn't want any witnesses. So I just shook my finger vigorously and let her know that she was a very BAD GIRL! (meaning that she heard MWAK MWAK!) and left her outside for two hours before I caved and let her back in, but only into the basement. Then upstairs, but only into the living room. Then I just completely backed down and let her sleep with me that night. I'm a great dog owner!
On another note, I got asked out on a date tonight. I'm very pleased. We're going to go see a play.
On a band-y note, I got tickets for Rilo Kiley's next show in the ATL (June 6 @ Variety, for those interested parties), AND tickets for a show in Chicago when I am visiting Claire over the Mem Day hol weekend. They are called Saturday Looks Good To Me and it should be a good show. As opposed to all the shitty, horrible shows I pay money to see.
Ah, now I'm remembering. Last night I got home approx 7pm to discover that my marvelous, wonderful, well-behaved pup Tallulah had EATEN MY BEDROOM DOOR. Let me back up. This dog is absolutely PETRIFIED of rain, thunder, lightning, things overhead, things moving too fast, unknown environments, grass twitching, light breezes, etc. I exaggerate un petit peu, but--seriously--she FLIPS OUT during thunderstorms. Come to think of it, I believe I have mentioned something like this before on this blog. So I don't need to go into all of it all over again.
Anyway, I come home. Everything seems fine, she's acting a little weird, but not I-just-destroyed-something-pretty-major-weird. I turn off the alarm, give her a biscuit, go get the mail, leaf through and drop it on the table, turn to go down the hall, turn on the light, and freeze, looking at approximately 9 pounds of shredded wood littering the hallway. While I still standing there, I hear Tallulah veeeeery quietly creep away back into the living room to hide underneath the Chinese table. When I am able to move again, it's my turn to FLIP THE FUCK OUT. The front panel on the door from waist-down is GONE. Ribbons of plywood are peeling up, and the frame slats inside the door are bared. In other words, it is totally effed. I draaaaaag Tallulah to the mess, shout a lot, draaaaag her all the way downstairs and boot her outside. I go over to pop her on the bootie and she howls, "Ahh-ooooooooooooo" all piteously. Pussy. I didn't even touch her. I was going to, but then I spied the kids next door playing in their back yard and I didn't want any witnesses. So I just shook my finger vigorously and let her know that she was a very BAD GIRL! (meaning that she heard MWAK MWAK!) and left her outside for two hours before I caved and let her back in, but only into the basement. Then upstairs, but only into the living room. Then I just completely backed down and let her sleep with me that night. I'm a great dog owner!
On another note, I got asked out on a date tonight. I'm very pleased. We're going to go see a play.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
oh god so bad
And THIS was my dessert! Split it with Linda (boss), though, so not as bad as it could have been. But it was bad. So bad. So bad it was fantastic.
scrummy crepe
Stopped in at a little cafe for takeaway lunch. Very pleased with my chicken crepe (at right). More delicious than my little camera can convey.
car cameraman
Here's a shot I took hanging out the passenger side of my car at a stop light. This is the most beautiful time of year in the ATL, almost everything is in bloom, from the wisteria to the azealas to the yoshinos to the bradford pears to the tulip trees. And it's just beautiful.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
And I call you and say C'MERE!
I highly recommend this record. Just in case you needed a musical recommendation.
'Til Tuesday
Had an uncomfortable dream last night. At first it started out really good, Claire and I were on the floor of some building and we were going through all these clothes that were being thrown out and we were finding some really cool stuff. I was all excited about these new clothes, and we packed them into carrier bags and were walking out. When we got outside, I realised I didn't have my bag, so I went back inside and my clothes were all strewn about on the landing of the second floor. And I knew that this girl had done this somehow and I was very angry and yelling at her. She got really upset and started crying and I felt bad so I gave her a hug and was like just get some help. And then she made a pass at me and I was like ew don't touch me and I pushed her away and ran away.
I'm not sure why I am having dreams with lesbian overtones. I think it's because I talked to the woman who cuts my lawn yesterday who I am fairly sure is gay and she seems to have a crush on me.
I'm not sure why I am having dreams with lesbian overtones. I think it's because I talked to the woman who cuts my lawn yesterday who I am fairly sure is gay and she seems to have a crush on me.
Monday, April 11, 2005
These people rock.
Shake It Records is a, uh, record store in Cincinnati, Ohio. They advertise on woxy.com, the BEST ONLINE RADIO STATION IN THE UNIVERSE, and today I ordered special EPs from Rilo Kiley, Iron and Wine, and Interpol for a mere $15. On top of that, shipping was only $2. Two dollars! Very cool. Highly recommended.
www.shakeitrecords.com
www.shakeitrecords.com
I can hear you, asshole!!!
Because my company is effing retarded and uber-hyper about security, they have a totalitarian policy whereby you are prohibited from downloading anything on your computer EVER. This sucks for business purposes (survey data software, for example), but mostly for my personal needs (instant messager, for example). Consequently, my only option is to access the web-only version of IM, which used to be okay. But lately, it boots me off indiscriminately approximately 900 times per day. It doesn't even tell me when it does it, which would be helpful, since I have wasted a skillion minutes a) composing witty bits of hilarity to my friends only to find out that I'm not online, and b) thinking my friends hate me and are not IM'ing back.
Obviously, the company should just let me download the app so we could avoid these problems all together.
Obviously, the company should just let me download the app so we could avoid these problems all together.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
FAME AND FORTUNE!
Hmmph! Very pleased with myself--I sent my version of a My Fighting Technique is Unstoppable (see 30 Mar post) comic to the creator, David Rees, and below is his reply!
So not exactly OVERFLOWING with emotion, but still it was nice of him to reply.
As you can see, I'm practically a celebrity now.
Ha! Thanks for sending this.
Best wishes,
David Rees
So not exactly OVERFLOWING with emotion, but still it was nice of him to reply.
As you can see, I'm practically a celebrity now.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
jerry and sam
My friend Andy sent this to me. Apparently it's been making the rounds at his office.
You can almost hear Jerry's soulful rendition of "Sloop John B" as Sam peacefully stargazes.
Breathtaking.
You can almost hear Jerry's soulful rendition of "Sloop John B" as Sam peacefully stargazes.
Breathtaking.
RIP, Pope. 1920-2005
His passing has made me incredibly sad. It feels like a distant relative that I really liked but never got to know well died. I admired his steadfastness on issues even when I didn't agree with his positions. His enthusiasm for life and people was obviously passionate, from his goofy smiles and faces at babies to his cheering for breakdancers and musicians. He was a man who didn't seem like just a man despite his humble nature. He was a good pope. He was my pope.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
FUCKING AWESOME!!!!
"She caught that baby, put it to her chest, gave me a look, like, 'I gotta go,' closed the door, put the van in gear and away she went."
-- Gas station co-owner Lloyd Goff
http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/03/31/station.delivery.ap/index.html
I would not eff with this woman, she is one tough mama to say the least.
-- Gas station co-owner Lloyd Goff
http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/03/31/station.delivery.ap/index.html
I would not eff with this woman, she is one tough mama to say the least.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
MNIMTIU
This is today's creative attempt. If you don't know My New Fighting Technique is Unstoppable, you should.
http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/home.html
http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/home.html
Friday, March 25, 2005
Moments in idiocy
ALL DAY I have been suffering through the effects of a nasty hangover making its way through my system. Cause? Oh, just closing down the bar yesterday on Karaoke Night. Or should I say this morning. I sang Brass in Pocket, but that is neither here nor there. I wasn't even fully aware that I was doing this until they announced it was the last song and the lights went on. Bryan and I both looked at our watches and then each other with a silent, "What did we just do?" But Bryan did not have to work today. And I did. Woke up at 7:55 am with the help of no alarm (forgot to set it), and did the "wait, what day is this?" brain buster until I deduced that fuck it's Friday and I am late for work. I did, however, make record time, screeching in at 9am.
Anyway, have been feeling just generally shit all day. Was paranoid at first that people would know (like smell the alcohol seeping out of my pores), and while that is still a likelihood, I just don't give a fuck anymore. Yeah, I went out last night. Yeah, I got effed up and dragged ass in here today. Yeah, I know I look like shit. Yeah, I know my eyes are glassy and my skin is pasty. What of it? You want a piece of this? Back off!
To be fair, I rarely do this. Now I remember why. Oh yeah, the point of all of this: about 9 minutes ago, it occured to me that I could take some ibruprofen or something to make my head not hurt as much. All day, silently suffering, never even thought about it. So lame.
Anyway, have been feeling just generally shit all day. Was paranoid at first that people would know (like smell the alcohol seeping out of my pores), and while that is still a likelihood, I just don't give a fuck anymore. Yeah, I went out last night. Yeah, I got effed up and dragged ass in here today. Yeah, I know I look like shit. Yeah, I know my eyes are glassy and my skin is pasty. What of it? You want a piece of this? Back off!
To be fair, I rarely do this. Now I remember why. Oh yeah, the point of all of this: about 9 minutes ago, it occured to me that I could take some ibruprofen or something to make my head not hurt as much. All day, silently suffering, never even thought about it. So lame.
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