1. 10 random consecutive tracks from iTunes:
Take Me Out -- Franz Ferdinand
Hobo Humpin' Slobo Babe -- Whale
Big Brown Beaver -- Primus
Wonderland -- John Mayer
Mexican Radio -- Wall of Voodoo
Pussytown -- Machinegun Fellatio
Break It Down Again -- Tears for Fears
Silly Love Songs -- Wings
My Rival -- Steely Dan
Rebel Yell -- Billy Idol
Ain't No Sunshine -- Bill Withers
Come On Ride the Train -- Quad City DJs
2. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
A mere 477.8 MB, but remember, I just figured out how to use party shuffle, so I'm working on it.
3. The last CD you bought is:
Supertramp, Breakfast in America
4.What is the song you last listened to before this meme?
Theme from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
5. Write down five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.
In no particular order:
Just Another Nervous Wreck -- Supertramp
Every Little Thing She Does is Magic -- The Police
Last Goodbye -- Jeff Buckley
Why Georgia -- John Mayer
Turn it On Again -- Genesis
6. Who are you gonna pass this stick to: Kaffy, youse it. Oh, and Dix, you leave yours in the comments.
That? Makes life worth living. Whee!
This that I got this over at Mac's today is awful close, though. If you're a woman, you need to read it, and then you need to read it again. And again, and again until it sinks in this is what it's going to come to if we don't pay attention.
Crazy Aunt set me off this time by defending the freakin' BFKAS. See, apparently and without rehashing the whole conversation she and I had, the past can't be changed, and if everyone's to make a new start, we (meaning I) can't keep rehashing it, lest I become bitter and no one will want to be around me anymore. And since BFKAS's idea of letting the past go means not acknowledging it ever happened in the first place ... well, that's the way it is.
Ok, sure, I can appreciate that my little snide comments might be tiresome, especially if her highness isn't throwing them back, which CA swears she's not. And yeah, I know what Dr. Phil says about forgiveness; I've got the books. It just irritates me to hear this when I know that when BFKAS pisses CA off again -- and she will, because she always has -- it'll be perfectly Ok to slag on her again.
But in happier news, besides my meds coming, my inaugural free subscrition of Allure, courtesy of Tara, came in today, and I loves me some beauty mags. Woo.
That doesn't hurt the ego. Much.
Good thing I didn't, because according to Mother, she called her right before she called me, complaining about how she told her husband about it finally and he was FURIOUS at me and how it was her party and if she had known that spending so little money on a gift for Mother was going to cause this wonkwonkwonkwoooooon ...
If you think I took the opportunity to remind Mother how badly she stuck it up my ass, you would be right.*
But if I deigned this conversation to be worthy of pursuit with her -- and I don't -- here's my question: If you're sooooo sure you're right -- and you ALWAYS ARE, you know -- why are you just getting around to unloading!?!? My guess? She asked someone, and whoever told her she was wrong, so now she's all, "oh HELL NO!" Nevertheless, it happened in December -- get the hell over it. I did, and I'm the one that was pissed in the first place.
(Notice the way dong referred to me by my God-given name. Oh. yeah. He wants me.)
1. I have no where to go/I don't know what to do/I don't know the time of day/ I guess it doesn't matter anyway.
2. Score one more for me/I forget momma said, "Think before speaking."
3. But there's someone who's torn it apart/And he's taken just all that I have.
4. But now the scales have fallen and I can really see/And I say "Go to hell" because that's where you took me.
5. So I'm sitting in a bar in Guadalajara/In walks a guy with a faraway look in his eyes.
6. There's a time when every girl learns to use her head/Tears will be saved 'til they're better spent.
7. Kiss me, please kiss me/Kiss me out of desire, not consolation.
8. It's perfection and grace/It's the smile on my face.
9. Sell all the living/For we're all safer dead.
10. Well you step inside, but you don't see too many faces/Coming out of the rain, you hear the jazz go down.
Answer in the comments, por favor. Oh, and that would be artist AND title.
[UPDATE 1/18: If there were Bozo buttons to give, Myllissann would be the winner; she got the most right. So, without further ado, the answers:]
2. "My Stupid Mouth," John Mayer
3. "First Cut is the Deepest," Rod Stewart/Cat Stevens/Sheryl Crow 4. "Ciao!", Lush
5. "In These Shoes?", Kirsty MacColl
6. "Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing)," Romeo Void (y'all had a hard time with this one.)
7. "Last Goodbye," Jeff Buckley (ooooooh, I LOVED him)
8. "Time Out of Mind," Steely Dan
9. "Rock is Dead," Marilyn Manson
10. "Sultans of Swing," Dire Straits
So, I've spent the better part of the weekend trying to mull over how I was going to tell y'all about this, but I've been rather uninspired and, more to the point, embarassed; in fact, I've already been taken to task by EWK and Tara over the whole deal. But what's that thing they say about recovery? The first step is admitting your shit? Horror after the jump:
If you felt the earth jump off its axis 5:30 a.m. Saturday morning, that would be because "Oprah doesn't have an agenda" came out of my mouth, and the ground ripped open underneath my bed and swallowed my stupid ass.
We were talking about tsunami relief and how I, too, felt in light of billions upon billions of dollars getting dumped in a place we should not be in the first place all in the name of democracy and showing the world how we're the greatest country ever, the initial $15 mil was a slap in the face. He countered with this: Say he was a millionaire, and one of his friends asks him for help because their crib burned down. He offers $30K, and the friend bitches that's not enough. He could say, "Ok, then I can give you NOTHING. How 'bout that!?" Then he throws out at some point -- I'm not completely clear on the conversation sequence anymore -- the metaphor that the United States is the Oprah of the world, and that's when I said it.
"Well, when Oprah goes to Africa or wherever, she's not trying to spread her agenda ..."
A deadly silence fell over the room, broken only by him saying "Oprah has a fucking magazine and a televiszh ..."
"Yeah, all right, you're right, I choked. You win," I said, trying to think of the best way to cop out of saying something so assinine. I mean, it WAS 5:30 a.m., after all, and I DO have a sinus infection. The mucous could cloud my judgement, right!?!? And hey! He told me I was nuts at one point, and I was rattled by the personal attack! And, and ... yeah. I choked. That's what fucking happened.
Not usually one to let me out of an argument, he hit me with the usual "Don't patronize me," before realizing that after something that stupid? He probably ought to just let it go, because I was too humiliated to go on. I did evenutally recover my dignity when the discussion turned to gay marriage, but still ... oof.
So anway, back to the whole Republican issue and why I'm rattled by it: It's because when I think of Republicans, I've gotten so used to seeing them as people who don't think of why it is they support their party, and he does. In fact, he was the one, when I kept repeating, "I'm still tripping that you're Republican," to say, "You know, that's such a stupid way to look at people." As if I wasn't already humiliated enough.
Well, at least he can't pronounce tsunami right. He calls it, "tu-SAMI." Feh.
And I get to make out* with him on a regular basis. I know you wish you were me.
*When I say make out, I mean he sits in my lap or cuddles in the crook of my arm and licks my face. Nothing weird about it, you big pervs.
In the meantime, you know how I was bitching about this douchenozzle the other day? Following is the deal:
She talked to dude today, and all he wanted was a story about how his company is expanding into NWI and -- and! -- he was kind of LAUGHING about the whole thing.
You know what I have to say to that? You better hope, boy-o, that I'm not the one who gets put on your story, because I will NOT be sunshine-y and pleasant, and I may say something to you AND your boss about your tactics in getting it (although I seriously doubt the editor would allow it, because she understands tact and discretion. On the other hand, I almost wish she would, just so I could make the jackass uncomfortable. Fucking dick.)
Info meme #1
Typelogic says I'm an INFP.
Check my weekly astrological groove here.
Give it to me, baby.
Pssst ... My birthday's Feb. 3, and I want this, and this, and this ...
The Make-Believe Oral Cancer Foundation (M-BOCF) is now accepting donations on my behalf. Won't you please help those of us who jump to hideous conclusions regarding our oral health and help me get a root canal or two!??:
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