My new musical obsession, in one word.

Fluke.

Und now vee dance.......

iTunes meme

Jaye made up this meme all by herself. I like it so I am doing it. Yes it's for iTunes but I bet if you use a different software you can use it too......tweak at will.

I don't tag anymore...but Dave, this sort of has you written all over it.

Open iTunes. Click the column header for "Play Count". What are the first five songs listed?
Black Sweat...Prince
Take Me To The Club...Mannequin
Jump...Madonna
Zion...Fluke
Word Up...Cameo

Click the column header for Last Played. What are the first 5 songs?
French Fries with Pepper...Morphine
Forbidden Love...Madonna
Faster than Light...Neil Finn
Fascination Street...Cure
Enjoy the Silence...Depeche mode

Click Party Shuffle. What are the first 5 songs?
Hypnotic Tango...My Mine (electronica from a dark wave compilation)
Throwing Shapes...Dirty Vegas
King Tide...Neil Finn
The other Side...Morphine
Oh La la...Goldfrapp

Click the column header Year. What are the first 5 songs from 1994?
Well, they are all from albums and show up in album order, so I will pick the first one from each album, how's that?

Supernaut...1000Homo DJ's (from the WaxTrax Black Box)
Body and Soul...Love and Rockets (Hot Trip to heaven)
Cuz It's Hot....Thrill Kill Kult
Closer to God (single) ...NIN (Downward Spiral)
Nobody's Fault but Mine...Page and Plant (No Quarter)

Click the column header My Rating. What are the first 5 songs?
I don't rate. Who's got time?

Finally, look at the bottom of your iTunes window. How many days of music do you have?
2.9 days.

BTW, if we look at the bottom of the Podcast page, I've got 6.8 days...I am podcast obsessed.

I brought my iPod speakers to work and it's certainly a nice touch to my office. I like to hear the podcasts in the background, without having to use the earbuds . I especially like listening to news from home, like from Austin, it's almost like being there. Except, of course, when they say it's like, 75 degrees outside and sunny, and I look out the window and it's dark and rainy here....
I've also brought in some smelly candles and some small bits of artwork that I like, and it feels homier in there now. Peole are actually coming into my office just to hang out, which is a complement? But it also drives me fucking NUTS because i actually have alot of work to do and I don't want to have to be rude and say, "Um, dude, don't you have any WORK to do? Because I sort of do and you are keeping me from it."
I;ve never been one to hang out at the office if I don't have work to do. I like to work, get shit done, and go home. I don't dawdle over lunch or anything like that. Work, get home. Home's more comfy and I can wear my jammies there.

crazy lady on the train

Yesterday I downloaded a Wanda Sykes album off iTunes. I listened to it on the train and during some errands today. She's so frigging funny I kept busting out laughing. I mean, that woman is HILARIOUS. People were looking at me like I was crazy while I snorted and giggled and guffawed. (I have always loved the word guffaw and am very pleased to have used it just now.)

Then a David Bowie song came on that Karla May said reminded her of me called "Everyone Says Hi". It's about someone moving away and, well, everyone says hi. That song made me sad and so I got teary eyed.

And so there I am, in the space of like 5 minutes, going from busting out laughing to almost crying, and I'm all alone. On a train. No wonder no one ever sits next to me. I'm insane.

I might have to ban myself from listening to the iPod while on the train. It's too emotional.

Notes on a road trip

Few things make me happier than a road trip. Give me a good car (5+ speed, no automatics, please), some good music (yeay iPod!) and a clear stretch of road and I am a happy girl. I can drive for hours and be perfectly content. I like to drive, I like to go fast......for me, nothing beats a good ol' road trip in the US of A.

Here's some comments on today's activities:

1) Note to Texas drivers:

MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY! THE LEFT LANE IS FOR PASSING!!!!!! Hello?! I went thru three states today, and I will tell you that Texans are the WORST about sitting in that left lane like there is only the one lane, going 65 in a 70 and thinking they own the road in their giant Suburbans and Expeditions. If any of those inconsiderate asswipes had ever driven in Germany they would have been run off the road. It is completely rude to dawdle in the left lane. Yes, that was me on your ass. I didn't flash my lights only because you would not have known what it meant, you stupid git! I REPEAT: THE LEFT LANE IS FOR PASSING! Next time I will not be so nice!

2) NOTE TO OKLAHOMANS:
Thanks. You guys DO know how to go fast on a turnpike and how to get out of my way. Well done. I learned that the car I borrowed from my brother goes 110 with no trouble whatsoever, and it wanted to go faster but I chickened out. Plus I had to pee and saw a rest stop.....

3) Note to Missourians:
Stop talking on your cell phone, bitch! Passing me at 90 and then slowing down to 70 because your phone rings is just NOT on! Decide on a speed and stick with it! And get a better hair cut! That mullet is just wrong. Otherwise, I will say that Missouri has the BEST roads. All beautifully paved, smoothly banked and a joy to drive on.

Route 66 is really cool. On the way to my parents' house from Texas, I get to follow the route for about half the way. You really get a feel for how it used to be, and if you keep a sharp eye out you see old hotels, motels, garages and hints of how it would have looked at the time of thhe "Grapes of Wrath". While I usually opt for the faster interstate, every so often I get off and follow the old road and it always gives me a thrill.

a little ranting, a little kvetching, and some dancing

I am endlessly entertained by the "readers respond" section of the Aftenposten. There's always something fun there. The first letter? About orange pee? In response to this article? Hilarious! And the second letter, by a guy named Gary Barrett? In response to this article? Well, let's just say he's my new hero, because if ONE MORE person shoves me, pushes me or cuts me off on the train to get the last seat even though I am OBVIOUSLY heading for it, I will go postal on someone's ass. Seriously, how hard is it to stand back and wait for people to get OFF the train before you get on? In England if someone behaved this way on the Tube they would get a right good telling off. So Gary Barrett? You rule. Really.

That was the rant.

Now for the kvetch:
I am wearing a sweater that is so itchy it is actually itching me through a whole other shirt. What the fuck? How can a sweater be sold that itches so bad that it goes through layers of clothes with its itchiness and scratchy nastiness? DAMN! And it's really cute, too, but I think I have to get rid of it. This is inSANE. I hate fall and having to cover up again. Summer was so nice. Just a tank top and off you go. I haven't itched in months. Damn. It's back to the season of scratch.

(karla removes sweater....aaaahhh.)(brr. now I'm cold.)

Now for the dancing. Every so often I hit iTunes to get me some more booty shakin' music, to help me motivate for the workouts and also, just to sort of keep up with the times. I mean, I'm aging here, folks, and gotta make an effort to keep up with the young un's. Though I fear what I buy is all still old person music.

Here's what I got yesterday:

Daft Punk, Technologic
Peaches, Tent In Your Pants
Goldfrapp, Strict Machine and Oh La La
Fischerspooner, Emerge (DFA Remix)
Scissor Sisters, Comfortably Numb
and, of course, the most recent episode of Project Runway. Is Vincent insane or what?

And in the other news that is making me dance, that I am not ranting about AND that does not make me itch or kvetch....to the left, there, that purple majestic dress in front? Ta Da!!!!! I found the dress for the reunion! Woo! WOO! It's by this Danish designer called Malene Birger, and it ROCKS, yo'. It's silk in this graphic print with purple, green and yellow, and it's got a full skirt and a tie waist and it sort of manages to be sexy yet covered up all at once. It has one button at the neck and then one at the waist, so the middle is open, but underneath it has a slip to wear under it so the girls don't do a J Lo and need to be taped down. Long sleeves with little cuff links. All floaty silk charmeuse. Cleavage, class and sass, aw yeah. AND it matches the yellow Coccinelle bag and shoes to perfection. I didn't want to wear yet another black dress...and DAMNED if I didn't find color! They have to special order it for me from Denmark because apparently this is THE dress of the season (trust me to pick the one thing that is hard to get) and all the size 42's in all of Oslo are sold out as it's running small. But there is one on the way to me (the lady who owns the shop really went out of her way for me, and I LOVE her) and judging by how the 40 fit, I am fairly certain it's gonna be perfection.

I'm psyched now......armed and ready. I've decided that the goal, here, is not to look 20 years younger, but to look 20 years BETTER. At least I feel better in my own skin than I did when I was 17.....

Also? Bookhart just posted some of the funniest links ever, all in one perfect linkylicious post on her blog. I am especially snorting coffee over the one about euphemisms for female masturbation, but all are equally hi-larious. Her blog constantly reminds me why I thought she was the coolest girl in the dorm when I met her in 1986. Fuck, dude, that's 20 years ago last month! I've known you more than half my life! LYLAS, beeyotch!

Yer My Obsession

A little while back Bookhart did a post about her obsessions. As I am sorely lacking in things to talk about and need a little structure for today's post, that seemed a good idea to follow. So, forthwith, my obsessions.

"Comfortably Numb" Scissor Sisters. That song is all over the UK and damn, me likey.

SexyBack, Justin Timberlake. He used to be my closet obsession, but I'm out of the closet now. What a great ass shaking song. And so hot. But am I the only one who just doesn't GET the video? (Actually, apparently I am not.) There's too much going on and too many people and I have NO idea what's happening. I'm thinking it's a spy something? I'm confused.

Project Runway. Can't get enough. (Note, I linked to the PR fan site as the Bravo site sucks big fat donkey dick...I hear alot of folks call it Blahvo.)

Norwegian Boller. (Quit yer sniggering.) Boller are these little buns (QUIT IT!) that you eat for breakfast or a snack. Yeast rolls, slightly sweet, with a hint of cardamom. I especially like them when they are jus a tad underbaked. Floppy, bready and oh so yummy with coffee.

My iPod. The more I use it the more I can't be without it.

On the iPod, I love Penn's podcast. That is one opinionated, but funny guy. He's charming, smart and very Libertarian, which I agree with in many ways. He's also very "keep yer religion off me, please" which I find VERY comforting in this strangely fundamentalist age we are in. I'm so TIRED of religion pitting against religion, and all of them trying to convert everyone, so Penn saying "Hey, me atheist so don't eventry it" is oh so nice. However, I will admit that I can't listen to Monkey Tuesday. Monkeys freak me out and a whole hour dedicated to them is a bit much for me. To me, all monkeys are Bad Monkeys.

Losing ten lbs in two months. Dudes, I'll tell you what, I've got the motivation now and its SO gonna happen. I've totally got abs of steel already. I'm totally stealth buff. You know what stealth buff is, don't you? It's when you are in seriously good shape, with ripped abs, and one of those dimpled butts, and those muscly arms like Madonna but you have this layer of flab over it so other people don't feel bad that you are so buff. See? Stealth buff. I've been stealth most of my life. I finnd it's easier to go stealth than to show the ripped physique to everyone. I find it slows conversation because they just can't concentrate on what they are saying. Madonna? she's not stealth. She's just buff.

Dior Capture D-30 face cream. Cuz I don't really have a problem with wrinkles (yet) but I do have some sun damage and this crap is supposed to be the magic bullet. "Out Out damn'd spot. Out I say!"

Mac Powerpoint eyeliners. I now have 7 of them. They come in lovely colors. They rock. When I left London via Heathrow they were making all the women deposit any lipsticks, eyeliners, etc, in a bin for destruction before security, because of the concerns about women's makeup blowing up airplanes. I'm all "fuck that! These things cost me 13 bucks a pop! so I sort of snuggled them through in the bottom of my purse. I mean they are wooden pencils for Crissakes, how will they find them in security and think they are other than, well, a pencil? So I took the chance, and did not turn them in and they went thru fine. Sorry, a girl's gotta have her eyeliner.
(By the way, when I left Norway? Apparently my underwire bra was a security risk as well because, dudes, I literally got FELT UP by the chick with the beepy wand. I mean, she felt every bit of my breastular area. I told her that if they outlaw underwire bras at airports they will have a woman's riot on their hands. It's bad enough they are taking our makeup away, but possible floppy breast syndrome is NOT acceptable. AND there was NO WAY in hell I would take my bra off for extra searching, if it was coming to that. Luckily, the beepy wand gal had a sense of humor and just laughed and said that no, she did not think they would make underwires illegal, for then she would be in trouble too. I really only have two rules when it comes to going through airport security: I will not bend over for ANYONE and I will not allow skin on skin contact.)

Summer. I am obsessed with the passing of summer.

traveling alone

Hello. I'm making a quick post from London. I have 10 minutes left on this internet card.

I am having a GREAT time. Sometimes taking a trip on your own is refreshing. No pressure, no one else to think about and you can just wander at will.

Which is what i have been doing. I've done some historic walks and today I treated myself to lunch at the Portrait Cafe on top of the Nat'l Portrait Gallery with the best views I think I've ever seen of London and amazing food. I wet to a pub with just me and a book and was invited by a bunch of big burly rugby boys from Yorkshire to join them for a drink (they were offended by my drinking and reading alone in a pub and took my book away) and now I am an honorary Texas Yorkshire girl, who can't quite say 'bugger' correctly but has learned say a mean 'fook off'. What a fun bunch of guys, like 8 big brothers. And I do mean big. Total sweethearts all of them, all on a bank holiday weekend away from their wives, who kept texting them, to their frustration. All that texting kept them away from their Guinnesses, you see. It's hard to text and drink.....

On the way home from the pub I got caught in a sudden rainstorm and played 'Singin' In the Rain'. Ok, so I was a bit tipsy.....

Yesterday I spent at my aunt and uncle's and they cooked me an Indian dinner (well, he did, it's his specialty) and me and my aunt went shopping to this great outlet place. Wonderful. Coming back from their place on the east side I was on the Tube about 9pm listening to my iPod and I swear I felt like I was at a convention of urban hipsters. Everyone else on the train were on their way into London to go clubbing. We ALL had on iPods and everyone was nodding their heads to their music. It was hilarious, and I really felt a part of the night time scene.... Not, of course, that I have any idea where the cool clubs are, but I sure felt like I was already IN one on that Tube ride. Everyone dressed to the nines, including one boy in the latest trends who looked EXACTLY like a gay friend of mine in high school, and dressed like him too. Skinny skinny jeans, pointy shoes, pearls, a vest over a striped long sleeve ts shirt, spiky mullet hair cut...it was totally 1984...I loved it.

Tomorrow i hope to see the inside of Kensington Palace. And do a bit of shopping.....though I don't really need anything.

I fooking love London.

Hi! I'm D. Runk.

Woo!

I had a couple of girlfriends over for dinner tonight and I am D. Runk.

Nice to meet you.

Woo!

Can you believe they had never heard Nine Inch Nails' "Closer To God"? Like, one of my top 5 favorite songs of all time? Well, of course I had to play that song for them with an itnerpretive belly dance. So we all interpreted that song with bellies. Dancing. Me and Mary are in the belly dance class together, and Lesley was the audience.

Goth Industrial Belly Dance. I totally think we've started a trend. I can see it now, wearing all black and shimmying to Trent Reznor. hey, it works. Try it. Sort of raunchy, but it works.

hey! My headache is gone!

Woo!

I have a feeling it will be back tomorrow. 3 girls + 4 bottles of wine = headache in the morning.
But right now I feel awful good. The girls left to go home, but I think my superpower ("Getting People DRunk Girl") prevails and Lesley was three sheets to the wind and on the way to Barfville. I feel a little bad about that, but my powers are strong.......there is no denying them.

Now i get to clean up the kitchen. Rob Zombie is good kitchen cleanign music. No, i have no idea what I am saying, either. I'm drunk, remember?

So, like, is typing really hard for you when you are drunk too? Dude, this is tough....

I will probably regret this tomorrow...in more ways than one.

la musica la musica!

I'm just full of bloggy goodness today.

I just hit iTunes but hard. Continental has this thing that if you buy a ticket they give you five free iTunes songs. I'm like "Gee! I spend a thousand bucks and you give me $4.95 worth of music? Sounds good to me..... sign me up". I'm easy to please. So, here's what I got today. I'm on a bit of a dance/nostalgia trend. It's all kind of random.

Being Boiled (Fast Version) The Human League
Love My Way The Psychedelic Furs
My Humps Black Eyed Peas
Mahadeva Anoushka Shankar
Don't Bring Me Down Electric Light Orchestra (Forever known to me as "The Broooce" song.)
Ocean Size Jane's Addiction
Heaven Beside You Alice In Chains
Join In the Chant (Bullets and Matches Remix By DJ Lee) A Tribute to Nitzer Ebb
And This Is What the Devil Does My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult
We Share Our Mothers' Health The Knife
Neverland The Knife

Und now, vee dance......

Thank God for iTunes.

Seriously, y’all, iTunes lately is my sole lifeline to American Pop culture. What the hell would I do without it?

Between the podcasts I listen to everyday and being able to download a few shows of GREAT import to myself, I really consider it to be crucial to my existence. Where else would I get my NPR and my BBC and my Slate?

I am so damned grateful that Project Runway, season three, is downloadable on iTunes (for a mere buck ninety nine an episode!) and that the inimitable Tim Gunn is also doing his podcast, as he did last season. Woo fucking hoo! Tim’s podcast tends to come out the day after the show is broadcast, with the show itself being downloadable starting around Saturday following that. I wait EAGERLY for both.

So, tell me…WHO totally changed their mind on Malan after that last episode? I was as annoyed by his weird accent as you, though I also recognized him as a CLASSIC expat baby. I’ve met quite a few people like him, now. People who have grown up all over the world and so really can’t say they are “from” anywhere. (I knew instantly he was an expat kid when he said he was "Born in Taiwan" and not "From Taiwan".) My husband is one of them. These people spend the majority of their childhoods bouncing from country to country. It makes for a great world view, but can do a number on your relatability with people, always having to reinvent yourself every time you land somewhere. Anyhow, I felt for Malan from the beginning in that regard, but his accent still bugged me and I do think he is making himself seem more haute couture and interesting than he really is. Name dropping never works, and that mysterioso thing? Gimme a break. But even with that, I liked his politeness and his relative respect for his co-designers. I think he is talented. I also think he had a pretty harsh upbringing and maybe he HAD to re-invent himself as this fabulous creature just to survive. If you haven’t seen the episode, I won’t ruin it, but in the end I found him quite interesting. And a little sad.

I love Laura, as well. She’s so cool, both in style and temperamentally. She actually reminds me a bit of my mom. Mom never lets her standards down, never wore sweats, never fell into the ‘Mommy lets herself go’ trap. So I can totally relate to Laura, having grown up with a mom very similar to her. I would like to see a bit less of her sternum, however.

The other characters, the jury is still out, though I found too much arrogance in some of the designers. Vincent and Angela were just plain appalling together. Vincent needs to let go some control, and Angela needs to stop being so sly. And who loves Kayne? I do! So Oklahoma, it’s wonderful. Total pageant geek. I saw his dress on Miss Universe last night. It looked good.

Only two days until Tim’s next podcast, and then comes the weekend and I can get my next episode! Woo!

Random crap

1) Am I an old fart because I just...don't... get... MySpace? I mean, seriously? Am I already, like, an Old Skool Blogger...which means, of course, plain old? I just don't get MySpace. Every time I click on a link to someone's MySpace site I just get annoyed. Music and bad writing and ARG!

I also don't get all this stuff about Web 2.0. What does that mean? Are they upgrading the web? Do I need to do something here? Am I supposed to upgrade to new software or something? I mean, if there is a Web 2.0, does that mean soon we will have Car 2.0 or Karla 2.0 or TV 2.0? ? The next generation of coffee is Coffee 2.0? What does Web 2.0 mean?

2) I'm adding some stuff to my iTunes as I write this. List so far goes:

Very old Sharpe and Numan (as in Gary) stuff, sort of rare now. I'm only doing one song off it, "Change Your Mind", as I have realized that the rest of the album is SO 80's it's not even funny. I mean, 80's movie soundtrack, 80's. Oy.

Peter Gabriel, "Shaking the Tree".

The Beloved, "Conscience". It's totally the gayest music in the world where they pretend to sing to a girl but you just KNOW they aren't (almost as gay as Bronski Beat, 'member them?) but it is also a very nostalgic album for me, as every time I hear it I remember roadtrips I took through Oklahoma when I lived there. (briefly, early 90's, year and a half) I hear the music and I think of rolling hills and red dirt. It's kinda cool.

Southern Culture On the Skids. "Dirt Track Date". If Camel Walk doesn't make you shake your thang, you are just dead. Just...dead.

Toadies. "Rubberneck". Some friends of mine had a band and played with them when they were all up and coming and I hear they are great guys. The Toadies just fucking ROCK. My particular favorite is "I Burn". Woof, gives me chills, it's powerful.

Alabama 3, "Exile on Coldharbour Lane". Excellent album. I might also mention that Coldharbour Lane is an actual street in London, in the Brixton area, known for some rough trade at one time. Brixton is a very interesting area....I went and checked it out one day, great market there, and took a picture of the street sign of Coldharbour Lane in honor of Bookhart, who loves A3 muchly.

Some random other stuff, including my guilty trashy side that has one Kid Rock album (though KR is absolutely Ick Supreme, how can you not rock out to a song on his CD about a midget rapping about his 10 foot dick?), old Art of Noise, Paul Oakenfold, Gus Gus and Fat Boy Slim. I also found some old Billy Squier, remember the Stroke?

3) I'm reading a hilarious book. It's called Buddha Da by Anne Donovan and it's about a Glaswegian who becomes a Buddhist. It's written in Scottish dialect, so you'd think it would be hard to read, but it's absolutely not and it increases the humor of the book tenfold. I mean, here's the first paragraph, it sucks you right in:

"Ma Da's a nutter. Radio rental. H'd dae anythin for a laugh so he wid; went doon the shops wi a perra knickers on his heid, tellt the wifie next door we'd won the lottery and were flittin' tae Barbados, but that wis daft stuff compared tae whit he's went and done noo. He's turnt intae a Buddhist."

I wish I had a Scottish accent. I think that's the one I would like above all others. Except maybe a deep southern American one, which I can actually do quite convincingly, especially after drinking. The Scottish one, howver, escapes me, except for the phrase "If it's no Scottish it's CRRRAP!" which I do well.

Right, so now I am taking my newly refreshed iPod out and going for another walk. It's humid out there, so puffy hair, here I come!

The Word d'Oh!

Best Feeling in the World:

Jamming to your iPod, walking down a secluded bridle path in the middle of a gorgeous Norwegian meadow on a (chilly) spring day. No one can see you, you are warmed up from your exercise, and Cameo's immaculate jam "Word Up" comes on to play. What do you do? You throw down with your best fashion gal cat walk dance-o-rama, groovin' and shakin' for all it's worth, singin' like the Beyonce you know you are, but keep hidden from the rest of the world. You are Stealth Beyonce, after all, you don't want to make the world jealous by flaunting your brilliance. WORD UP! IT'S THE CODE WORD! NO MATTER HOW YOU SAY IT YOU KNOW THAT YOU'LL BE HEARD! WOO!.

Ah, but this being my life, Best Feeling in the World is rapidly followed by...

Worst Feeling In the World:

When in the midst of your jam and your best completely raunchy booty shake, a group of bike riders comes wooshing by you from behind, you having not seen nor heard them due to your closed eyes and cranked iPod. They give you the thumbs up and a couple of "Woo woo's!" in the manner of "Jam on, crazy old lady!".

Why oh why can't I ever just be cool?

That iPod shuffle blog meme thingy.

And so I go, iPodding my little brains out. I present you...my iPod random shuffle meme. (You know, you put it on "shuffle" and the first song that comes up for each question is the answer?) I hear these can be oddly prescient. Is the iPod the Magic 8 Ball of the new millenium?

How does the world see you?
"Can't Forget You" (Fathers of Sound Pleasure Mix), Anthony White, off the Rennaissance cd.
So far so good, I like this meme.

Will I have a happy life?
"The Art of The Joke" Paul Reiser, from the Aristocrats soundtrack.
I take that as a yes.

What do my friends really think of me?
"Original Sin", INXS
(OK this is getting wierdly accurate.)

What do people secretly think of me?
"Real Solution #9 (Mambo Mania Mix)", White Zombie.
Um...???? I'm a zombie problem solver?

How can I be happy?
"It's No Good", Depeche Mode
(Damn).


Will I ever have children?
"Connected", Stereo MC's.
Well, esoterically, yes, there must be connection to... um...you know, HAVE children.

What is some good advice for me?
"Get Happy", Happy Thought Hall, from the Party Monster Soundtrack.
Hmm, very simple, Zen like advice.

How will I be remembered?
"The Saddest Song", Morphine.
*weep*

What is my signature dancing song?
"The Downward Spiral", NIN
Oh my, we are going down in flames are we not?

What do I think my current theme song is?
"Bring the Pain", Missy Elliott
HA!HA!

What does everyone else think my theme song is:
"Bad for You", Love and Rockets.
Hmm...Original Sin, Bad for You, people is there something I should know?

What song will play at my funeral?
"The Politics of Dancing", re-Flex.
Whew. And I thought it would be Kajagoogoo.....

What is my day going to be like?
"Haunted When the Minutes Drag", Love and Rockets.
Oh my God you have NO idea.

Dudes. I totally give this an 8.5 for wierdly accurate prognosticating.

Playing with Pandora

So I have been messing around with this website, pandora.com. You go there, enter the name of a band you like or a song, and it creates a whole radio station that plays similar stuff.

I've done Morphine, Love and Rockets and some other bands, and it seems that the main unifying factor in all my music is that I like stuff that has "extensive vamping".

I rather like that.

Extensive vamping. It rather explains a lot about my life in general......

That should have been my blog name.....or the name of my band. Something.

I'd totally date it if I could

My iPod is making me very happy.

I've loaded it with podcasts, including Lonely Planet, Penn Jillette, NPR Satire, ABC and NBC Nightly News, something by Jack Black, Ricky Gervais, and many others. I've got the latest Harry Potter downloaded on there, all 20 hours of it, read by Stephen Fry. I've got the latest Prince, which makes me dance so nasty I think I could charge just for people to watch. I've got scads of music and the last two episodes of Project Runway as well.

AND I just got all my addresses on there. Now I don't have to take around my address book (much as i love it and have had it for over 10 years) anymore. It's all on the pod. Me Loves iPod. If I could have sex with it I would.

Oh, wait. I kind of can....hmm.

I am so wired and jumpy it's ridiculous. I think I'm packed, but I'm so jazzed I can't really get my head quiet enough to make sure. I just made dinner and had some wine, so that might help. I still have to take my ritual Pre-Trip Bath, where I fluff, shave and exfoliate every part of me that I can reach, and holler at Rich to take care of the rest. Then I have to gather all the peripherals for all the electronic stuff. Back in the old days a traveler carried traveler's checks, a camera, a phone card and a pen and some paper. Now it's digital cameras, cell phones, iPods, and iBooks.

Ok. Must. Calm. Down.

good thing to NOT do

I've learned, just this morning, that it is NOT a good idea to listen to Prince's newest single, "Black Sweat" on the way to work. On a crowded bus.

This song needs full on room to booty shake and work that thang. It cannot be contained into a crowded bus seat. You'll wiggle your neighbor right off the seat.

And you'll look really stupid when you break into muted groovin'. Groovin' can't be held back. It must be free.

Just a warning, y'all.

bad idea

I've had a great time while at work listening to a variety of podcasts I've downloaded onto my iPod. Mostly of the comedy variety, of course, though there is some news and NPR and such. My favorites are Penn Jillette's radio show, Ricky Gervais's podcast off iTunes and I am lately enamoured of Harry Shearer. Ive got hours of good stuff.......

I also downloaded me a little something special, a pick me up, if you will. And it's getting me in trouble. When listening to your iPod at work and trying to pretend like you are a professional, it's generally a good idea to not listen to this.

I'm giggling like a loon. Man that's some fucked up hilarious shit.

iLove my iPod

Today at work (teehee, I said "today at work"! It's been a long time since i said that) I was listening to the Ricky Gervais podcast on my iPod and I laughed so hard I snorted. In an open plan office, that caused a bit of comment. Oops.

Ahem. Well, it WAS funny and it was something about being a slug. And salt. And how mixing the two would be bad. And one of the guys on the podcast was giggling and it made me laugh cuz it was one of those contagious goofy laughs. Anyhow.....I digress.....

......imagine what would happen if I got THIS accessory for my iPod and used it at the office!

Boy, would the people around me comment THEN. It sure would make work fun!