Ravings of a mad woman

Monday, 06 July 2009

  • Bah!! Planning, the kinks and whatnot

    I was totally oblivious when I made the call to my dad two days ago.  He had just gotten on the boat, and was flat broke so to speak.  He knew it killed me, but it wasn't as bad as I thought.  In the end, after a few back and forths between everyone, he offered to pay John (who is kicking us out) $300 just to stay here to the end of the month.  $300 is our half of the rent, which we already paid this month...so I'm pretty livid.  Anyway, at the end of the month, Dad and Diana will be down here to pick us up.  He gets off on the 30th, so the first or second he'll probably be here. 

    Mother, as it turns out, so far as I know will be homeless.  My dad's cousin, MJ, is doing her best to find her a place, and Charlie...eh, I won't get into him.  In short, I am so upset lately that I have a hard time eating or sleeping, but I do it anyway. 

    Anyhoozie, that's the current situation, and I'll keep an update of sorts if anything new goes on.

Saturday, 04 July 2009

  • California here we come

    Well, I'm not going to California, but I am going right back where I started from.  Today I am to make a call to my father and ask him to have his woman pick me up.  I suspected I would have to anyway, but we got kicked out last night, turning suspicions into realities.

    John is our roomie, and honestly, I'm not mad that he's kicking us out.  That doesn't bother me, as we've freeloaded off of him for too long.  What DOES bother me is the fact that not only Thursday, but essentially the past six weeks have been filled with me just wanting to know then answer to one question, "Do I need to make the call?"  I was met with an emphatic no.  "We'll work it out," or "Everything is fine," yet the second he gets our half of the rent lets us know we're being kicked to the curb.  Essentially we have a week to find places to stay, so...yeah.

    Buddy and I are to be shipped off to Dad's, that was never really in question.  Charlie is to move in with his nephew and get a job at this saw mill.  Mother...is another matter.  Nobody's found a place for her to go.  Her only hope left is her aunt, who she doesn't anticipate anything good from.  Charlie doesn't want her with his family because then he feels he won't be able to work at the saw mill (seriously, the whole neck of the woods is a piece of work, let alone the saw mill).  While her name is on the deed of the house we grew up in Dad point blank said if she wanted it, she would have to buy it, otherwise she is not allowed in under any circumstances.  She was actually desperate enough to where she called her father though, whom she hasn't spoken to since she was 17.

    I'm not supposed to say that we got kicked out, and I understand that.  I mean...my thought is that if I'm making a plea from the heart I should probably be honest.  It's also the best way that I know to properly convey the urgency, providing he says something to the effect of, "Well, I get off on...let's see, the 20th, how's that grab ya?"  I can't wait that long, and I know Diana just took time off to go to Arkansas, so what if she can't get time off to pick our happy asses up?  I mean...while I'm not going to be homeless, I'm still pretty fucking worried because I don't know any of the particulars.

Monday, 29 June 2009

  • Get me out of my mind

    Actually, I was GOING to go for the Bob Hope song of the same name, but that was just so melancholy.  I decided this was probably more upbeat.  So what?  I dig Fall Out Boy.  Our internet allegedly won't be shut off today, but just because they said that, it makes me wonder.  Also there's a rumor that if the stars align, it may not be shut off for long, though with my luck, I'm assuming it WILL.  I mean...so many things have been said that never came to fruition, that I just take the worst and go with it.  Like, Charlie getting a job (though he has a semi-job), moving to Fayetteville, moving ANYWHERE, John getting a house, me getting my GED, "not caring" if I get a job...things like that.  I do cling to one thing, as of the first, I may have a scooter, and any longtime follower would probably know how much I've been wanting one.  It needs work, but eh, that's fine...also I have to work on my balance.  Anyway, point being, that's something I've deluded myself into believing.  Essentially John's dad has three older ones, and if the guy who wanted them doesn't pick them up on the first, they come here.  I doubt it would happen though.  Meh...it's nice to think about in my weak moments of optimism.  I've had a lovely time doing this, and...I may pick it back up again someday, but I bid thee a lovely farewell for now.

    Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy

    I'm gonna make it bend and break
    (It sent you to me without wait)
    Say a prayer but let the good times roll
    In case God doesn't show
    (Let the good times roll)
    Let the good times roll

    And I want these words to make things right
    But it's for wrongs that make the words come to life
    Who does he think he is?
    If that's the worst you got, better put your fingers back to the keys

    One night and one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Even though they weren't so great
    He tastes like you
    Only sweeter
    One night yeah, and one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Thanks for the memories
    See, he tastes like you
    Only sweeter

    Been looking forward to the future
    But my eyesight is going bad
    And these crystal balls
    It's always cloudy
    Except for (except for) when you look into the past
    One night stand
    (One night stand, Oh)

    One night and one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Even though they weren't so great
    He tastes like you
    Only sweeter
    One night and yeah, one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Thanks for the memories
    See, he tastes like you
    Only sweeter

    They say
    "I only think in the form of crunching numbers
    In hotel rooms
    Collecting patient lovers"
    Get me out of my mind
    Get you out of those clothes
    I'm a letter away
    From getting you into the mood
    Whoa

    One night and one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Even though they weren't so great
    He tastes like you
    Only sweeter
    One night and yeah, one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Thanks for the memories
    See, he tastes like you
    Only sweeter

    (One night, one more time)
    One night and one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Even though they weren't so great
    He tastes like you
    Only sweeter

    One night and yeah, one more time
    (One night, one more time)
    Thanks for the memories
    (For the memories)
    See, he tastes like you
    Only sweeter

Sunday, 28 June 2009

  • Currently
    Get Happy: The Life of Judy Garland
    By Gerald Clarke
    see related
    ANNOUNCEMENT:  Tomorrow's song will be the final song of the day.  In our efforts to "economize" here, that's getting the boot.  (Personally, I don't think it will last long, but on the offhand chance it does...you know)  In fact we're eliminating WoW, Cable (and the interwebs), and possibly our account at Hollywood Video.  Even the cell phone is getting uh...revamped?  Anyway...it's all in an effort to keep everyone here, and I don't know how well that's going to go.  In light of that, I realized I had never had an Aerosmith song.  I would have to say they're one of the more influential bands of their generation, despite the fact that they've been together like 40 years.  Anyhoo, this song is pretty tame compared to my second choice "Love in an Elevator."  Also, if you send me an address or a phone number, I'll try to keep in touch (I HATE phones though.).

    Dream On - Aerosmith

    every time that I look in the mirror
    all these lines on my face getting clearer
    the past is gone
    it went by like dusk to dawn
    isn't that the way
    everybody's got their dues in life to pay

    yeah, I know nobody knows
    where it comes and where it goes
    I know it's everybody's sin
    you got to lose to know how to win

    half my life's in books' written pages
    live and learn from fools and from sages
    you know it's true
    all the things come back to you

    sing with me, sing for the year
    sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
    sing with me, if it's just for today
    maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

    dream on, dream on, dream on,
    dream yourself a dream come true
    dream on, dream on, dream on,
    and dream until your dream comes true
    dream on [7x]

Saturday, 27 June 2009

  • Beneath the milky twilight

    Picture it, about 1998...I am 10 years old.  I hear this song...456746456879 times, enough to form my own personal ban on it for the next 11 years.  Ok, not exactly that, but I did hate the mere sound of it for nearly a decade.  Buddy however, was the sort who would help the ridiculous amount of over plays along.  Anyway, I've grown to appreciate it for what it is, and it really makes me think of innocence, in a way.  Not that the '90s were innocent, but eh, being 10 is...at least for me it was.

    Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer

    Kiss me out of the bearded barley
    Nightly, beside the green, green grass
    Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
    You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

    [Chorus:]
    Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
    Lead me out on the moonlit floor
    Lift your open hand
    Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
    Silver moon's sparkling
    So kiss me

    Kiss me down by the broken tree house
    Swing me upon its hanging tire
    Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
    We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

    [Chorus (repeat)]

Friday, 26 June 2009

  • Part 2!

    Alright, I'll be the first to admit that even if you aren't really a fan of Michael Jackson per se, you can definitely see his influence EVERYWHERE.  Anyway...I'm still in a sorry state, plus I feel like crap.  However feeling like crap has nothing to do with his death, it just coincides.  I figured I would tell everyone a story for my own amusement.  Also, it's for a later song, so...yeah.

    Man in the Mirror, great song, no?  Well once upon a time, Buddy loved that song.  She would play it over and over, seriously.  Then one day, while checking though the presets Mother stops, it's an intro we all recognize.  Cue flailing, screaming, squealing, and while nearly in tears Buddy saying, "OHMYGODI'VENEVERHEARDTHISONTHERADIO!"  (Translation: Oh my god, I've never heard this on the radio.)  I laugh hysterically just thinking about how excited she was.  In fact, Big and Rich went to the fair back home, and I think she was LESS excited about that...except for the fact that she ended up missing Big and Rich due to a mild case of heat stroke.  Anyway, "Man in the Mirror" is posted in honor of Buddy, who will deny this story ever happened.  Also, I'm posting the music video for "Scream" because at the time of it's release it was the MOST expensive video to produce.  Another thing, while watching MTV last night, I realized...the man had EVERYONE in his videos.  Seriously..."Rock My World"...Marlon fuckin' Brando!  I promise I won't post anymore Michael Jackson songs after these though, not without like...a reason...but seriously, I'm broken up about it.

    Man in the Mirror - Michael Jackson

    I'm Gonna Make A Change,
    For Once In My Life
    It's Gonna Feel Real Good,
    Gonna Make A Difference
    Gonna Make It Right . . .

    As I, Turn Up The Collar On My
    Favourite Winter Coat
    This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind
    I See The Kids In The Street,
    With Not Enough To Eat
    Who Am I, To Be Blind?
    Pretending Not To See
    Their Needs
    A Summer's Disregard,
    A Broken Bottle Top
    And A One Man's Soul
    They Follow Each Other On
    The Wind Ya' Know
    'Cause They Got Nowhere
    To Go
    That's Why I Want You To
    Know

    I'm Starting With The Man In
    The Mirror
    I'm Asking Him To Change
    His Ways
    And No Message Could Have
    Been Any Clearer
    If You Wanna Make The World
    A Better Place
    (If You Wanna Make The
    World A Better Place)
    Take A Look At Yourself, And
    Then Make A Change
    (Take A Look At Yourself, And
    Then Make A Change)
    (Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,
    Na Nah)

    I've Been A Victim Of A Selfish
    Kind Of Love
    It's Time That I Realize
    That There Are Some With No
    Home, Not A Nickel To Loan
    Could It Be Really Me,
    Pretending That They're Not
    Alone?

    A Willow Deeply Scarred,
    Somebody's Broken Heart
    And A Washed-Out Dream
    (Washed-Out Dream)
    They Follow The Pattern Of
    The Wind, Ya' See
    Cause They Got No Place
    To Be
    That's Why I'm Starting With
    Me
    (Starting With Me!)

    I'm Starting With The Man In
    The Mirror
    (Ooh!)
    I'm Asking Him To Change
    His Ways
    (Ooh!)
    And No Message Could Have
    Been Any Clearer
    If You Wanna Make The World
    A Better Place
    (If You Wanna Make The
    World A Better Place)
    Take A Look At Yourself And
    Then Make A Change
    (Take A Look At Yourself And
    Then Make A Change)

    I'm Starting With The Man In
    The Mirror
    (Ooh!)
    I'm Asking Him To Change His
    Ways
    (Change His Ways-Ooh!)
    And No Message Could've
    Been Any Clearer
    If You Wanna Make The World
    A Better Place
    (If You Wanna Make The
    World A Better Place)
    Take A Look At Yourself And
    Then Make That . . .
    (Take A Look At Yourself And
    Then Make That . . .)
    Change!

    I'm Starting With The Man In
    The Mirror,
    (Man In The Mirror-Oh
    Yeah!)
    I'm Asking Him To Change
    His Ways
    (Better Change!)
    No Message Could Have
    Been Any Clearer
    (If You Wanna Make The
    World A Better Place)
    (Take A Look At Yourself And
    Then Make The Change)
    (You Gotta Get It Right, While
    You Got The Time)
    ('Cause When You Close Your
    Heart)
    You Can't Close Your . . .Your
    Mind!
    (Then You Close Your . . .
    Mind!)
    That Man, That Man, That
    Man, That Man
    With That Man In The Mirror
    (Man In The Mirror, Oh Yeah!)
    That Man, That Man, That Man
    I'm Asking Him To Change
    His Ways
    (Better Change!)
    You Know . . .That Man
    No Message Could Have
    Been Any Clearer
    If You Wanna Make The World
    A Better Place
    (If You Wanna Make The
    World A Better Place)
    Take A Look At Yourself And
    Then Make A Change
    (Take A Look At Yourself And
    Then Make A Change)
    Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
    Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,
    Na Nah
    (Oh Yeah!)
    Gonna Feel Real Good Now!
    Yeah Yeah! Yeah Yeah!
    Yeah Yeah!
    Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,
    Na Nah
    (Ooooh . . .)
    Oh No, No No . . .
    I'm Gonna Make A Change
    It's Gonna Feel Real Good!
    Come On!
    (Change . . .)
    Just Lift Yourself
    You Know
    You've Got To Stop It.
    Yourself!
    (Yeah!-Make That Change!)
    I've Got To Make That Change,
    Today!
    Hoo!
    (Man In The Mirror)
    You Got To
    You Got To Not Let Yourself . . .
    Brother . . .
    Hoo!
    (Yeah!-Make That Change!)
    You Know-I've Got To Get
    That Man, That Man . . .
    (Man In The Mirror)
    You've Got To
    You've Got To Move! Come
    On! Come On!
    You Got To . . .
    Stand Up! Stand Up!
    Stand Up!
    (Yeah-Make That Change)
    Stand Up And Lift
    Yourself, Now!
    (Man In The Mirror)
    Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
    Aaow!
    (Yeah-Make That Change)
    Gonna Make That Change . . .
    Come On!
    (Man In The Mirror)
    You Know It!
    You Know It!
    You Know It!
    You Know . . .
    (Change . . .)
    Make That Change.

Thursday, 25 June 2009

  • Speechless

    Note:  I DO know that it's about 12 hours early for a new song (or at least nearly 2).

    There are not words...none, to adequately describe how I felt upon hearing Michael Jackson was dead.  I mean, celebrity deaths is kind of a hobby of mine, if you can call it that.  This was shaping up to be a busy week, what with Ed McMahon, and this morning's passing of Farrah Fawcett.  These weren't terribly shocking.  Most everyone KNEW Farrah Fawcett was on death's door, not to offend anyone, but it was not so much of a surprise.  Ed McMahon was 86, and life expectancy is something like 68, so while upsetting, it could be expected. 

    Michael Jackson, however, was 50 and poised for a comeback.  There's no earthly reason to think it wasn't in him.  I'll admit, I'm partial to his early work, but who says what could have been?  Then you have the sex scandals.  Honestly...who cares?  Does that effect the quality of his work?  NO.  I'm not condoning pedophilia, in fact, it's disgusting, but he was NOT convicted.  He was convicted of being odd, but nothing more.  He was flamboyant, he was...magnificent.  I remember being a kid and listening to the Thriller cassette over and over, and how many times have I tried to do the Moonwalk?  Not that I'm any good, but the point is, the man made an impact on my life, one I could never forget. 

    I was in such a state of shock, I CALLED MY FATHER!  Celebrity deaths are one of the things we uh..."bond" over.  He was also the man who introduced me to him.  I also remember the first time I was truly terrified.  I was about two and a half and I saw the video for Thriller...I picked up a box of Twinkies and ran to my closet and hid.  Anyway, without much more adeiu, I give you one of my favorite Michael Jackson songs...and just remember, if you see someone with one glove, think of him.

    Billie Jean - Michael Jackson

    [1st Verse]
    She Was More Like A Beauty Queen From A Movie Scene
    I Said Don't Mind, But What Do You Mean I Am The One
    Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round
    She Said I Am The One Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

    [2nd Verse]
    She Told Me Her Name Was Billie Jean, As She Caused A Scene
    Then Every Head Turned With Eyes That Dreamed Of Being The One
    Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

    [Bridge]
    People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do
    And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts
    And Mother Always Told Me Be Careful Of Who You Love
    And Be Careful Of What You Do 'Cause The Lie Becomes The Truth

    [Chorus]
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    She's Just A Girl Who says That I Am The One
    But The Kid Is Not My Son
    She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son

    [3rd Verse]
    For Forty Days And Forty Nights
    The Law Was On Her Side
    But Who Can Stand When She's In Demand
    Her Schemes And Plans
    'Cause We Danced On The Floor In The Round
    So Take My Strong Advice, Just Remember To Always Think Twice
    (Do Think Twice)

    [4th Verse]
    She Told My Baby That's A Threat
    As She Looked At Me
    Then Showed A Photo Of A Baby Cries
    Eyes Would Like Mine
    Go On Dance On The Floor In The Round, Baby

    [Bridge]
    People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do
    And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts
    She Came And Stood Right By Me
    Then The Smell Of Sweet Perfume
    This Happened Much Too Soon
    She Called Me To Her Room

    [Chorus]
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    She's Just A Girl Who says That I Am The One
    But The Kid Is Not My Son
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
    But The Kid Is Not My Son
    She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son
    She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
    But The Kid Is Not My Son
    She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son
    She Says I Am The One, She Says He Is My Son
    She Says I Am The One
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
    Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

  • How many days disappear?

    Oh hail the lords of '90s catchy alt-pop songs!  This is probably THE pinnacle of that.  I remember being fairly young and singing this, and it was one of Buddy's favorite songs at the point in time.  Anyway, today is Charlie's birthday, so I'm to be on my best behavior, so to speak.  Essentially, I'm supposed to "act normal" because he doesn't like that I'm weird.  Actually a couple weeks ago we were going to rent a video game and I said he should get Wanted, because confidentially...I've always wanted to be a secret assassin who curves bullets.  With that said, he told me not to talk to him, because people MAY assume he knows me.  Meh, who cares?  For someone who doesn't care...he cares an awful lot, you know?  I really don't think I could care less.  Anyway, onto the song!

    Absolutely (Story of a Girl)- Nine Days

    This is the story of a girl
    Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
    And while she looks so sad in photographs
    I absolutely love her
    When she smiles.

    How many days in a year
    She woke up with hope but she only found tears?
    I can be so insincere
    Making the promises never for real
    As long as she stands there waiting
    Wearing the holes in the souls of her shoes
    How many days disappear?
    You look in the mirror so how do you choose?

    And the clothes that you wear
    Look swell the next day
    Your hair never falls in quite the same way
    You never seem to run out of things to say.

    This is the story of a girl
    Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
    And while she looks so sad in photographs
    I absolutely love her
    When she smiles.

    How many lovers would stay?
    Just to put up with this shit day after day
    How did we wind up this way?
    Watching our mouths for the words that we say
    As long as we stand here waiting
    Wearing the clothes on the souls of our shoes
    How do we get there today?
    When we're walking too far for the price of her shoes.

    And the clothes that you wear
    Look swell the next day
    Your hair never falls in quite the same way
    You never seem to run out of things to say.

    This is the story of a girl
    Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
    And while she looks so sad in photographs
    I absolutely love her
    When she smiles.

    And the clothes that you wear
    Look swell the next day
    Your hair never falls in quite the same way
    You never seem to run out of things to say.

    This is the story of a girl
    Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
    And while she looks so sad in photographs
    I absolutely love her.

    This is the story of a girl
    Her pretty face she hid from the world
    And while she looks so sad and lonely there
    I absolutely love her.

    This is the story of a girl
    Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
    And while she looks so sad in photographs
    I absolutely love her
    When she smiles!
    When she smiles!

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

  • Currently
    Pearl Harbor Ghosts : The Legacy of December 7, 1941
    By Thurston Clarke
    see related
    While previous to last night I had definitely considered moving back home, now...now it's a certainty.  Sometime around the 15th of July, I will be calling my father and begging for help.  I don't think I'll ever live it down though.  It's one thing to mentally prepare for the possibility and hope something else happens, it's another to fully realize the inevitability.  Basically, the electric bill came and as politely as possible, John said things had to change.  I can't blame the man one bit.  So, we have "rules" now, which is semi-bogus. 
    1. No television.
    2. Everything MUST be unplugged when not in use.
    3. No lights, if at all possible.
    4. The air conditioning will remain at 80, no exceptions.
    Now, two and three, I agree with, yet upon enacting two, I was told that was stupid.  The exception to four is if John gets hot.  Anyway, essentially he told my stepdad, "You've taken for years and years, how about you try giving something back."  On one hand, I'm happy for John for growing balls, on the other hand...it's shitty timing.  Just a week ago when Buddy and I said we should probably just call Dad, JOHN said, "Oh we'll make it work, totally, don't do that."  Well, obviously, "making it work" which we were told would probably involve the above rules, plus we were not going to be able to go to Fayetteville or do anything unnecessary.  With that said, John leaves lights on, ALL THE TIME, fidgets with the air, and went to Fayetteville twice in a weekend.  Once was because he wanted a hot dog.  WTF?!  Then he said that he didn't have money for everyone to get something, and by "everyone" he means that Buddy and I get nothing.  I mean, that's fine, but it feels like we don't count.  Buddy and I haven't been to McKay's in let's see...something like five-ish months?  But he and my stepdad go nearly every weekend, at least lately.  Meh...I think it's just about John not having the money he wants...personally.  To think though, that he said we were "ungrateful" two months ago, for wanting to get jobs and such.  Oh well, within a month, hello Davenport!  And to think...I didn't even touch on the library thing.  Ok...the song...yeah, he sings like an angel, and DO NOT forget it.  Easily the most emotional Robert Pattinson song, and Buddy's favorite.

    I Was Broken - Robert Pattinson

    I was lonely,
    I was tired,
    Now I'm bound.
    My head is off the ground.

    For a long time, I was so weary,
    Tired of sound
    I heard before

    Knowing of the nights I'm out the door.
    Haunted by the things I did
    Stuck between the burning light
    And the dusty shade.

    Said I,
    Used to think the past was dead and gone,
    I was wrong,
    So wrong,
    Elements of blindness make you strong
    Make you strong
    In my time I melted into many forms,
    From the day that I was born, no.

    I know there's no place to hide.
    Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light

    I was broken
    For a long time
    But it's over now

    Said I was broken
    For a long time
    But it's over now

    Yes, and you
    Yeah, you walk these lonely streets where people stand
    People stand
    And some people just can't
    And I do pretend
    I'm free from all the things that saved my friends
    I was there until the end
    I know I can take the moon
    Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light

    I was broken
    For a long time
    But it's over now
    It's over now

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

  • I'd rather be dreaming

    Eh, I picked this song, due to an incredibly vivid dream I had.  It was pretty...wonderful, on the whole.  In fact, I much preferred that dream to real life and tried to stay asleep for as long as possible.  I mean, it was the sort of vividness that I think it was supposed to mean something, whether it was a guide to the future or something else, I felt it was more than just a dream you know?  Also, my brother was in it, and I can't say he often makes guest appearances in my dreams, so...it was just...lovely.

    Dreaming - Loudon Wainwright III

    I'd rather be dreaming than living
    Living's just too hard to do
    It's chances not choices
    Noises not voices
    A day's just a thing to get through
    Living's just too hard to do

    I'd rather be dreaming than talking
    There's nothing to hear or to say
    With ears covered mouth closed
    The world is opposed
    Nothing gets in or away
    There's nothing to hear or to say

    I'd rather be dreaming than thinking
    Thoughts are small comfort to me
    Dreams might be pretend
    But at least dreams end
    And I just can't stop thinking you see
    Thoughts are small comfort to me

    I'd rather be dreaming than sleeping
    Just sleeping you're just as well dead
    In dreams I can fly
    In dreams I don't die
    That's why I lie here in this bed
    Just sleeping you're just as well dead

    I'd rather be dreaming

Monday, 22 June 2009

  • Currently
    Girl
    By Blake Nelson
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    At times I can be careless

    As if it weren't apparent, I tend to love everything Jack White.  He's on the list of coolest living people, in my opinion.  We'll get to the list topper tomorrow, probably.  If not, oh well...I probably forgot in that case.  Wait...uh, gosh, I haven't the foggiest...with that said, Buddy's making gourmet sammiches, so I best be quick eh?

    My Doorbell - The White Stripes

    I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell

    Oh, well

    Well with me and chipin' me and kisses?
    Not the man in my life I know
    And I been going to mystery misses
    I respect the art of the show
    Take back whan you said little girl
    And while you're at it take yourself back too
    Woman whatcha gonna do now, whatcha gonna do about it

    I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it oh
    I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    Yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell

    Oh, yeah

    You don't seem to come around
    Point your finger and make a sound
    You don't seem to come around
    Not since I said you knocked it down?

    Oh, well

    Make a sound and I'll make you feel right
    Right at home, yeah
    Yeah, right at home, yeah

    Nobody got ......?
    But how come it's so easy to you
    You know it's like me at times I can be careless
    But your words seem so obtuse
    But then again I know you feel guilty
    And you tell me you want me again
    But I don't need any of your pity
    I got plenty of my own friends
    They're all above me

    And I've been thinkin' about my doorbell
    When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it
    Yeah, I've been thinkin' about the doorbell
    When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it oh
    I've been thinkin' about the doorbell
    When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it
    Yeah, I been thinkin' about the doorbell

    Oh, well

    They don't seem to come around
    Push the finger and make a sound
    They don't seem to come around
    Maybe they they'll knock 'em down

    Oh, well

    Make a sound and I'll make you feel right
    Right at home
    Right at home

    I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    Yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell
    And when you're gonna ring it, when you're gonna ring it

    I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
    When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
    Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell

    Oh, oh well

Sunday, 21 June 2009

  • Make a wish

    I do indeed love Gene Wilder.  The first movie I actually saw him in was Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.  Lately, I've overcome my apprehension to see the Johnny Depp version and can say without a doubt that they are NOT comparable.  They're just two radically different movies.  You can compare the kids, to be sure, but you can't compare Depp and Wilder, in my opinion.  Both are great, and anything to the contrary will get you...judged harshly?  I really thought I had something there, but I was wrong.  Anyway...this is probably the song I think of when someone says, "Willy Wonka."  Also, I'm posting the video of the boat ride, because to this day it's probably the scariest thing on earth.  I literally cannot open my eyes during it.

    Pure Imagination - Gene Wilder (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory)

    Willy Wonka:
    [Spoken]
    Hold your breath
    Make a wish
    Count to three

    [Sung]
    Come with me
    And you'll be
    In a world of
    Pure imagination
    Take a look
    And you'll see
    Into your imagination

    We'll begin
    With a spin
    Traveling in
    The world of my creation
    What we'll see
    Will defy
    Explanation

    If you want to view paradise
    Simply look around and view it
    Anything you want to, do it
    Wanta change the world?
    There's nothing
    To it

    There is no
    Life I know
    To compare with
    Pure imagination
    Living there
    You'll be free
    If you truly wish to be

    If you want to view paradise
    Simply look around and view it
    Anything you want to, do it
    Wanta change the world?
    There's nothing
    To it

    There is no
    Life I know
    To compare with
    Pure imagination
    Living there
    You'll be free
    If you truly
    Wish to be



    Also...random poll....

    Which fatally flawed Wonka kid do YOU identify with?

Saturday, 20 June 2009

  • Currently
    Star Ocean Till the End of Time
    By Square Enix
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    An ode of sorts

    I recently started playing Star Ocean: Till the End of Time again and it's literally been years since I played it the first time.  This game holds a special place for me because it was actually the FIRST video game I played all the way through. 

    Now, growing up we had an SNES but I kind of failed...epically.  I tried playing Toy Story in the lovely pixelated fashion, but I never got the hang of it.  We also had Kirby (which was just released on DS) and I wasn't very good at that either.  However when it came to the Karate level I PWND!! 

    Then we had the PSone and while we had some games for that, the only one I was ever really into was CTR.  Our old disc actually broke and I remember Buddy calling all around town to find a copy of it.  We also had Wheel of Fortune, but nothing was ever totally in depth.

    Star Ocean on the other hand, many years later, clicked for me.  It was right after we moved here (to North Carolina), and I had nothing to do.  I looked through the games Charlie and John had acquired over the years and well...it had a shiny box.

    With that said, the box was a bit worn (despite being played ONCE...halfway through), so it appeared to be well loved, and the summary sounded fairly good at that.  I'm a sucker for the "back of the box" but who isn't?  I'll admit, I died fighting my first Zombie Dragon and I needed a bit of help, but for the most part, I excelled.  (By "excelled" I obviously mean "was about average.")   I cannot express in words how I felt upon the excitement of sythesizing something really awesome...like a rune blade, not to mention swapping out people who had better talents in certain categories to make even COOLER things! 

    I've played other games since that one, notably acquiring a deep obsession for Kingdom Hearts, but I look back on that one fondly.  I've played enough to know that as far as games go, it's pretty cliched, and the graphics aren't super (but it WAS 2003 when it first came out) but whenever I get an urge to question my existence I think solely of that game.  I won't spoil it for anyone, but seriously, it makes you feel pretty insignifcant. 

    I've forgotten most of the beginning, and probably a goodly amount of what happens berfore the plot twists but I have nearly as much of that excitement at least in reference to the synthesizing.  That was EASILY my favorite part.  Also, it has my favorite attack EVAR, which is Shotgun Blast.

    It totally did GOBS of damage, when used appropriately.  I also prefer the "real time" battles compared to the turn based systems, because you can totally get all up in their grill so they don't have a chance to attack back.  Anyway, I think I'm MORE anxious to play it than I was then, because now I understand games better. 

    I feel the need to have a disclaimer here though.  I'm actually a pretty shoddy gamer, I am however, an excellent video game partner!  Most games I just let Buddy walk around and fight, while I keep my eyes peeled for chests and tell her a better fighting strategy and what to equip.  Star Ocean 3 however was played ALONE...oooh ahhh.

    What was your first game?
  • Cause I can do it better!

    Earworm!  Remember in like 2006 when that was like THE buzzword?  This is the song everyone talks about...ok, no, maybe it's "Blue" by Eiffel365, but this one is STILL bad.  I can never get it out of my head!  It's a terrible song, really, I haven't a clue why I like it so much.  It's essentially the antithesis of everything I think, but it's sooooo damn catchy.  I do like Avril Lavigne, just yeah, I prefer other songs.  I really did dislike her though when she first broke out, not only did I SWEAR I had a dream two years previous to her that I had in fact heard "Complicated" in, she just semi-irriatated me.  It's one of those, "I did that before it was cool, now everyone does it" moments.  I wore chippy black nail polish, which just made my mother say that I looked like poor white trash.  I still wear chippy polish, just because I dislike using nailpolish remover.  Where was I going now?  Oh who knows...I'll just get on with it.

    Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne

    Hey hey, you you
    I don't like your girlfriend,
    No way, no way
    I think you need a new one,
    Hey hey, you you
    I could be your girlfriend.

    Hey hey, you you,
    I know that you like me,
    No way, no way,
    You know it's not a secret,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I want to be your girlfriend.

    You're so fine,
    I want you [to be] mine,
    You're so delicious,
    I think about you all the time,
    You're so addictive,
    Don't you know what I can do,
    To make you feel alright.

    Don't pretend,
    I think you know,
    I'm damn precious,
    And hell yeah,
    I'm the motherfucking princess,
    I can tell you like me too,
    And you know I'm right.

    She's like so whatever,
    You can do so much better,
    I think we should get together now,
    And that's what everyones's talking 'bout.

    Hey hey, you you,
    I don't like your girlfriend,
    No way, no way,
    I think you need a new one,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I could be your girlfriend.

    Hey hey, you you,
    I know that you like me,
    No way, no way,
    You know it's not a secret,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I want to be your girlfriend.

    I can see the way,
    I see the way you look at me,
    And even when you look away,
    I know you think of me,
    I know you talk about me all the time,
    Again and again.

    So come over here,
    And tell me what I wanna hear,
    Better, yet,
    Make the girlfriend disappear,
    I don't wanna hear you say her name,
    Ever again.

    'Cause she's like so whatever,
    And you can do so much better,
    I think we should get together now,
    And that's what everyones's talking 'bout.

    Hey hey, you you,
    I don't like your girlfriend,
    No way, no way,
    I think you need a new one,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I could be your girlfriend.

    Hey hey, you you,
    I know that you like me,
    No way, no way,
    You know it's not a secret,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I want to be your girlfriend.

    In a second you'll be,
    Wrapped around my finger,
    'Cause I can,
    'Cause I can do it better,
    There's no other,
    So when's it gonna sink in,
    She's so stupid,
    What the hell were you thinking?

    In a second you'll be,
    Wrapped around my finger,
    'Cause I can,
    'Cause I can do it better,
    There's no other,
    So when's it gonna sink in,
    She's so stupid,
    What the hell were you thinking?

    Hey hey, you you,
    I don't like your girlfriend,
    No way, no way,
    I think you need a new one,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I could be your girlfriend,
    No way, no way.

    Hey hey, you you,
    I know that you like me,
    No way, no way,
    You know it's not a secret,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I want to be your girlfriend,
    No way, no way.

    Hey hey, you you,
    I don't like your girlfriend,
    No way, no way,
    I think you need a new one,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I could be your girlfriend,
    No way, no way.

    Hey hey, you you,
    I know that you like me,
    No way, no way,
    You know it's not a secret,
    Hey hey, you you,
    I want to be your girlfriend,
    No way, no way,
    Hey hey.


Friday, 19 June 2009

  • Currently
    Eternal Sonata
    By Namco
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    This would be one of the few religious type songs I really like.  Actually, randomly, I burst out singing it for no good reason.  I know, a atheist belting, "PRAISE THE LO-ORD I SAW THE LIGHT!" is pretty ironic, but eh...I'm not the only one who does it.  I really do like Hank Williams though, I prefer senior to junior, but both are alright.  For some reason, I feel that today is going to be a good day, at least in some respect.  Maybe it's just a current feeling of tired and hungry and knowing I can eat and nap, hahaha...I don't know.  I feel good though.  Anyhoozie, onto the song...

    I Saw the Light - Hank Williams Sr.

    I wandered so aimless, life filled with sin
    I wouldn't let my Dear Saviour in
    Then Jesus came like a stranger in the night
    Praise the Lord I saw the light

    [Chorus:]
    I saw the light, I saw the light
    No more darkness, no more night
    Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight
    Praise the Lord, I saw the light

    Just like a blind man I wandered along
    Worries and fears I claimed for my own
    Then like the blind man that God gave back his sight
    Praise the Lord - I saw the light

    [Chorus:]
    I saw the light, I saw the light
    No more darkness, no more night
    Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight
    Praise the Lord, I saw the light

    I was a fool to wander and stray
    Straight is the gate and narrow the way
    Now I have traded the wrong for the right
    Praise the Lord, I saw the light

    [Chorus:]
    I saw the light, I saw the light
    No more darkness, no more night
    Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight
    Praise the Lord, I saw the light.

Thursday, 18 June 2009

  • Currently
    Standing in the Rainbow (Ballantine Reader's Circle)
    By Fannie Flagg
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    Like disco lemonade

    I STARTED listening to Billy Pilgrim, but I was a bum and didn't feel like making a video and writing the lyrics myself so I somehow went from a mad hunt for them, to this.  Perhaps I was reminded of Buddy's passion for this particular song during that.  It was such that on the hip radio station back home, she called to request it, and they actually played it.  If anyone happens to know the lyrics to "Falling Apart" by Billy Pilgrim I will be forever in your debt, but regardless...uh, yes...great song, pretty dirty, but who don't love dirt?

    Sex & Candy - Marcy's Playground

    Hangin' round downtown by myself
    And I had so much time
    To sit and think
    About myself
    And then there she was
    Like double cherry pie
    Yeah there she was
    Like disco superfly
    I smell sex and
    Candy here
    Who's that lounging
    In my chair
    Who's that casting
    Devious stares
    In my direction
    Mama this surely
    Is a dream

    Hangin' round downtown by myself
    And I had too
    Much caffeine
    And I was thinkin'
    bout myself
    And then there she was
    In platform double suede
    Yeah there she was
    Like disco lemonade
    I smell sex and
    Candy here
    Who's that lounging
    In my chair
    Who's that casting
    Devious stares
    In my direction
    Mama this surely
    Is a dream
    Mama this surely
    Is a dream
    Yeah mama this must
    Be my dream

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

  • Walk with sticks or umbrellas

    Today I AM doing something different, since I prefer the video with this song.  I'm trying to keep a stiff upper lip, but I fear that I am about to break.  Just one more, "Are you alright?" will unleash a raging torrent which would change everything.  Anyway...Fred Astaire was a master of his craft and you have to appreciate that.  Taco did a popular cover of the song, but eh...I hate the electronic "super duper" so I'm going with this.


    Putting on the Ritz - Fred Astaire

    Have you seen the well to do?
    Up and down Park Avenue?
    On that famous thoroughfare,
    With their noses in the air?
    High hats and arrowed collars,
    Wide spats and fifteen dollars.
    Spending every dime,
    For a wonderful time!

    If you're blue and you don't know,
    Where to go to, why don't you go,
    Where fashion sits?
    Puttin' On The Ritz.
    Different types, who wear a day,
    Co-pants with stripes, and cut away,
    Coat, perfect fits?
    Puttin' On The Ritz.

    Dressed up like a million dollar trooper,
    Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper.
    Super-duper!

    Come, let's mix where Rockerfellas,
    Walk with sticks, or umbrellas,
    In their mitts.
    Puttin' On The Ritz.
    Spangled gowns upon a beauty of hand-me-downs, on clown and cutie,
    All misfits.
    Puttin' On The Ritz.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

  • It's not always going to be this grey

    I've been thinking, which is seldom a good thing on my part.  I do NOT want to live with my father, and frankly, I don't feel I can go home again, not now anyway.  However...I may have to.  It won't be easy and it will require me to swallow a painful amount of pride but...I think it has to be done.  To be frank...I'm terrified.  I haven't been in Iowa since February 2007, which isn't that bad.  I haven't been in my dad's company more than 24 hours in nearly five years.  I've never been in his uh, "woman's" company that long, ever.  I don't necessarily fear my dad, I think...I fear change.  I know it is inevitable, but that doesn't make it less horrific.  Anyway, the song is pretty uplifting, and George Harrison's solo work I find rather beautiful.

    All Things Must Pass - George Harrison

    Sunrise doesn't last all morning
    A cloudburst doesn't last all day
    Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
    It's not always going to be this gray

    All things must pass
    All things must pass away

    Sunset doesn't last all evening
    A mind can blow those clouds away
    After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
    It's not always going to be this gray

    All things must pass
    All things must pass away
    All things must pass

    None of life's strings can last
    So, I must be on my way
    And face another day

    Now the darkness only stays the night-time
    In the morning it will fade away
    Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
    It's not always going to be this gray

    All things must pass
    All things must pass away
    All things must pass
    All things must pass away

Monday, 15 June 2009

  • Did I say that I want to leave it all behind?

    I watched Closer for the first time today.  I must say, that is some messed up shit going on, or maybe I find the honesty of it offensive in some way.  I suppose that has to do with growing up around my dad's family.  I mean, there weren't just skeletons in closets, there was a T-Rex in most of them!  However, while everyone saw the proverbial elephant in the room, you NEVER spoke of it.  You thought it, and you talked about everyone behind their back, but never honestly.  Anyway, the opening song to Closer was truly beautiful, so it is song of the day.

    The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice

    And so it is
    Just like you said it would be
    Life goes easy on me
    Most of the time
    And so it is
    The shorter story
    No love, no glory
    No hero in her sky

    I can't take my eyes off of you
    I can't take my eyes off you
    I can't take my eyes off of you
    I can't take my eyes off you
    I can't take my eyes off you
    I can't take my eyes...

    And so it is
    Just like you said it should be
    We'll both forget the breeze
    Most of the time
    And so it is
    The colder water
    The blower's daughter
    The pupil in denial

    I can't take my eyes off of you
    I can't take my eyes off you
    I can't take my eyes off of you
    I can't take my eyes off you
    I can't take my eyes off you
    I can't take my eyes...

    Did I say that I loathe you?
    Did I say that I want to
    Leave it all behind?

    I can't take my mind off of you
    I can't take my mind off you
    I can't take my mind off of you
    I can't take my mind off you
    I can't take my mind off you
    I can't take my mind...
    My mind...my mind...
    'Til I find somebody new

Sunday, 14 June 2009

  • Currently
    The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Other Stories (Thrift Edition)
    By Washington Irving
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    On the ground again

    Believe it or not, I'm not a huge fan of the Rolling Stones, which is to say...I've really never paid them any mind whatsoever.  I do like this song a lot though...it's pretty mellow, and yet, the lyrics are strangely...suggestive?  Ok, I swear I cannot be the ONLY person who thought that, and you KNOW what I mean!!  Newsflash though...I am chilled, and I am NEVER cold.  Anyhoo, I'll probably be off to play more Lego Batman.

    Coming Down Again - The Rolling Stones

    Coming down again, coming down again
    Coming down again, coming down again
    Share your thoughts, there's nothing you can hide
    She was dying to survive
    I was caught, oh, taken for a ride
    She was showing no surprise
    Coming down again, coming down again
    Where are all my friends, coming down again
    Coming down again, coming down again
    On the ground again, coming down again
    Slipped my tongue in someone else's pie
    Tasting better ev'ry time
    She turned green and tried to make me cry
    Being hungry it ain't no crime
    Coming down again, coming down again
    All my time's been spent, coming down again

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