So it's been 8 months since I posted...that's not so long, is it?
I've been doing a lot of things, very few of which make for interesting online reading, so there ya go. Fishing and biking and playing with my kids and getting x-rated with my wife. Good summer. Bad blog fodder.
However...my latest endeavor MAY just be a little interesting. In just under a month, my partners and I open this bad boy:
That's right. Our very own comedy club, right in the heart of Boston and just around the corner from the empty space where the Comedy Conneciton used to live.
P.S. Anyone know a decent web developer that'll work fast and cheap?
In an effort to start writing more, I've started an official blogy-blog-blog here. My hopes are to get my writing chops back enough to start the book I want to write. I need the practice.
Anyway, to go with today's post, a song:
I will probably still use this for random stuff (and audio, because it's easier), but I'm going to try and make the other blog a bit more cohesive. We'll see how that goes for me.
So, it happens every now and again to even the most fabulous among us. We have one of those days. Not just the, "I'm grumpy and kind of want to kidney-punch my coworker" days, or the "I haven't seen the sun in three months, and I kind of want to kidney-punch my coworker" or the "I spilled coffee everywhere on my way out the door and now I have to find something else to wear to work, where I want to kidney-punch my coworker". No, no. I'm talking about those days where everything is wrong, but it's all in your head. And knowing you're crazy? Doesn't actually help.
It happens to varying degrees here at the sorority house, though generally JJ, Miss Sparkle and I are good enough to stagger it so that only one of us is crazy at a time. That way, the other two can rally and cheer lead, or, at the very least, cry empathetically. Sometimes porch-sittin' is involved.
Today, however, the funk hit the fan, and whatever good karma we've all been riding abandoned us in a major way. For both separate and similar reasons, we are all big girly messes today. It really is bad enough when you're feeling all crazy and upset. It's about a thousand times worse when your best girls are there too, because you're so immediately and intimately familiar with the headspace. My poor girls.
I know that (most of) my problem is sleep-deprivation, as I'm running on about three hours right now. My plan for the evening is some season 1 OC (note my favorite ever Seth Cohen quote for my title) and early, early bedtime. I can only hope that the restaurant is treating JJ and Miss Sparkle gently this evening.
The plan for tomorrow is a breakfast that involves bacon. If that does not cure our temporary funk, the apocalypse may well be nigh.
So, I should be in bed right now. I was up way too late last night and was dragging all day today. The thing is, when I know I need to get to bed early, I should avoid going to see our neighbor, Miss Sparkle. She's so much fun to be around and talk to that I'm all, "Welllll, I can get six hours of sleep and be okay..." Totally worth it, though, to spend the evening in her sparkling, joyful company.
Really, though, the important thing that I want to note for today is this: New Fraggle Rock!!!
AWESOME!!!
Wonderful things abound in the universe today. I kind of want to share, but I also want to hug them to my chest and have some one-on-one snuggle time with them. I will say this: My girls? Made of awesome.
My Brezsny-scope for the week says this:
For many Aries, independence is a virtue that flows in abundance -- so much so that it's sometimes on the verge of becoming excessive and turning into a vice. That's why I'm thrilled to inform you that the mysteries of dependence could be especially intriguing and useful to you in the coming days. They might also lead, paradoxically, to a form of interdependence that would in the long run nourish your independence. So how about it? Without compromising your free-wheeling spirit, can you blend yourself more thoroughly with trustworthy souls who care about you?
Oh, universe! Sometimes, when you're on, you're on.
Also, this Lolcat made me laugh, because sometimes I'm thirteen.
more cat pictures
Is there anything more disappointing than 99 Luftballoons coming on the radio and then realizing it's the English version? It's just weird and wrong sounding.
This week has been odd and frustrating. Every day felt like Monday. All week long. I kind of felt like throwing a stompy-footed, door-slamming tantrum. And then I found out that my standing Friday night date (a.k.a. JJ) will be working on Friday nights for the foreseeable future. *insert stompy-footed, door-slamming tantrum here*
Heh. It's okay, I was failing at adulthood this week anyway. So tonight I am watching the fourth season of the OC, because it is quite possibly the best thing in TV ever. I mean, really? Dead Marissa, Taylor Townsend, Pancakes the bunny, Mini Coop, Hercules as Ryan's dad? THE BULLIT! BANG! My inner (or not-so-inner...) 13 year-old girl is so very, very pleased right now. If I could marry a season of a television show, it might just be season four of the OC.
Oh, Josh Schwartz. Why did you not kill Marissa off and make the show awesome so much sooner? It could have gone on for like seven more seasons. Or until all the actors who played the kids were in their early forties. Whichever came first. Though I'll forgive you the Marissa-becomes-a-lesbian plotiline, because Olivia Wilde is hot like a hot hot thing.
On the other hand, you have brought us Gossip Girl and Chuck to fill the horrible gaping void that the OC left, so I suppose we're five-by-five. Especially since Chuck is my new TV boyfriend.
JJ tagged me for this, and then said I wouldn't do it. But I am contrary, so here it is. Also, it's her birthday, so I show my love by being all nah-nah! It's my way. The rules:
1. My Grandma Cherrie's favorite story about me is as follows: one time when I was little (three or four, I think) I was arguing with her about something and she said, "You are so contentious." To which I replied, hands on hips, "I am not contentious." Clearly I've outgrown that.
2. I have never dyed my hair. Apparently this is somewhat abnormal.
3. Shortly after I started my first real job out of college, I discovered, much to my horror that I am absurdly perky first thing in the morning. Not that I enjoy being up at six a.m., mind you, but if I'm up, then I'm going to be all perky and chatty. This is perhaps the one major area where JJ and my personalities do not overlap at all whatsoever.
4. In line with the last one, I suppose, I absolutely love going out to breakfast. It doesn't really matter where. There is just something about going out to breakfast that I find more enjoyable than going out to lunch or dinner. Perhaps it is that bacon is offered as a side with most everything. This should be true for every meal.
5. I like Matchbox Twenty. And not just in a turn-up-the-radio-when-Push-comes-on sort of way. I like them in an I-own-every-album-and-possibly-a-bootleg kind of way. And I won't apologize for it!
6. I often times feel like people at my day job find me strange and off-putting. At my last job back home, not only did they find me hilarious and charming (adorable and modest as well...), I was the second most normal person there. At my current job, they smile when I make a joke, but it's in more of a vague and befuddled way.
7. Up until I moved here, I had never seen a James Bond movie all the way through. Then JJ made me watch the new one. I kind of feel like the movie wasn't good enough for me to no longer be able to say that I've never seen a James Bond movie all the way through.
8. My twenty-fourth birthday was 04-04-04. Forever leading up to it, I was all, "Awesome! Magic birthday with all the fours! It'll be great!" As it turned out, I was stuck at home with my grandparents while my parents were at Disney World, sick like a sick sick thing. Just for that day. With nobody to take care of me because my grandma was also sick. I have since stopped having birthday expectations, which has worked out much better for me. Also, I bring up that story whenever I want to make my parents feel guilty about something. Mostly, though, they just laugh at me, so perhaps it's not the most effective approach...
You know, for as self-involved as I am, that was ridiculously difficult to do. Also, I'm not tagging people.
In other news, my favorite new thing is The Uptight Seattleite, a column in the Seattle Weekly that was brought to my attention by my brother when he was here. You might, perhaps, have to be familiar with the particular culture of the Pacific Northwest to find it funny, but trust me, it's hilarious. My favorite so far is the first one here, because really: You get that the only way to stop people from doing something is by
staring at them in silent judgment. The crowd just did it to you. Now
you go do it to others.
Yes.
Last night we saw what was quite possibly the Best Cory Branan show ever. It was awesome.
So, anyway, here is my mixed cd for the summer. Because I'm kind of a giant nerd.
Sure, why not? Amnesia
Daisy's Summer Mix, Volume 3
The Good Girls - Amy Rigby
I'm not a badass, but I play one on the intrawebs. Actually, I can't even pull it off there. Truth is, I'm about as good a girl as you'll find in the secular world. I brush my teeth, get to work on time and call my momma everyday. I've made my peace with it. You don't find too many songs about the good girls, but this one's pretty much spot-on:
She makes her bed first thing in the morning/ so she won't crawl back in/ She drinks her second cup of coffee/ 'cause it's the only available sin
Really? Is there anyone as awesome as Amy Rigby? JJ posted it awhile back, so you can listen to it here.
New Scratches - Stephen Simmons
I wish I had something to say about this song more intelligent than, "OMG, Stephen Simmons voice is so swoon-inducing!" Sadly, I do not. *fluttery sigh*
Come On Eileen - Save Ferris
This is one of my all time favorite cover songs ever, and yet, I can never find anyone who's heard it. I plan to change that. One of the perks of being the designated driver all the time is that driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole. Yeah, I'm drunk alright. Drunk with power!
Sixteen - Lucero
Last summer, in anticipation of moving, I listened to almost nothing but Lucero, so they always make me think of summer. Some songs more than others, however, and this is one of them.
The Waiting - Magpies
I have a new music crush, and it is the Magpies. This song is off of their upcoming album, and it's awesome. There's something so immediately accessible about this song that I just want to listen to it over and over and over. Maybe I've done that, even. I admit nothing.
Sour Mash - Cory Branan
One
of Cory's many many many unreleased songs. Luckily, he has crazy fans
who record everything he does. On the recording I have, some guy in
the crowd shouts out "Whiskey!" in such a perfectly timed manner that
henceforth, I will expect to hear it whenever I hear the song.
Someday, if Cory every actually records it, I'll be all, "But where is
the drunk guy shouting 'Whiskey!'?"
I Couldn't Care Less - Tommy Womack
While
I don't necessarily think a 'fuck off' song necessarily fits with the
rest of this mix, I just love this song so much that I couldn't help
it. Because sometimes nothing says 'snaps on you' quite so much as
complete and total apathy.
Summer of '69 - Bryan Adams
It was a good summer. It's a great song.
Smitten - Bree Sharp
This
is a song for any girl who's ever had a crush. Because sometimes
you're smitten, and then you want to sing about it. If there's someone
as awesome as Amy Rigby, it may in fact be Bree sharp.
Kiss the Bottle (Jawbreaker Cover) - Lucero
This is one of my favorite songs to hear Lucero do live.
Gewgaw Girl - Magpies
So,
generally I am someone who immediately memorizes the lyrics to songs I
like so that I can sing along (driving in my car with the windows
down. It's what I do). I have no idea what the lyric for this song
are, because the melody is so infectious that I just get lost in it.
Seriously, ginormous musical crush right now.
Lift My Jug (Song For Hub Cale) - William Elliot Whitmore
The
first time I saw Lucero, this guy opened for them, and it was good.
There is, however, such a hilarious disconnect between how he looks and
the voice that comes out of him. I picked this song randomly, as he is
pretty much all around awesome.
On Love, In Sadness - Jason Mraz
My
first job after college was working in Evil Corporation Bookstore. One
of the guys in the music department would frequently play Jason Mraz's Tonight, Not Again.
There were some days when that was the only thing that made work
bearable. This song is not from that album, but I just thought I'd
share.
Handle with Care - Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins
Yet another fantastically awesome cover. *heart heart*
Wonderwall - Oasis
Once
in high school, my friend Gail went on a somewhat disastrous double
date with a friend of hers, in which they went to see the Brady Bunch
movie. The only good part of the evening, she later reported, was that
in the car on the way home Wonderwall came on the radio, and the guys sang the chorus in rounds. I always think of that when I hear this song.
Kathleen - Josh Ritter
The opening lyrics to this song are:
All the other girls here are stars—you are the Northern Lights
Need I say more? Well played, Mr. Ritter. Well played.
Charm Attack - Leona Naess
This is one of those songs I found awhile ago when I listened to
new music on the radio. Years later, JJ sent it to me with a bunch of
other songs that she liked. It's like we're friends or something.
Ain't So Lonely - Lucero
This is another one of those summer Lucero songs for me. It's been awhile since I was nineteen...
The Boys of Summer - Bree Sharp
Have I mentioned my love of a good cover?
Amnesia - Cory Branan
Okay, so I think this may be my
favorite Cory song of the moment. I'm not even sure I can articulate
why. There is nothing not right about this song. It is made of 100%
Cory awesomeness. Also, it makes me happy. What more could you ask for?
All things considered, I have had a fantastic day today. This is due in large part to the Starbucks coffee I just finished, and the fact that it's so lovely and warm that I'm sitting outside as I write this. Also, I got my hair cut, but not styled, and consequentially I look sort of like Debra Harry at the moment. I am amused by life in general today. It's a good way to feel.
I completed my third annual summer cd mix last night, and after a listen today whilst driving around with my windows down, I declare it to be satisfactory. Perhaps I will post the tracks soonish. Mostly because I amuse myself. We'll see.
I often listen to the radio at work when I don't feel picking a cd. The station I listen to is 96.3 jack fm, which is often awesome for its mix of 80's and 90's music. However, their tagline is that they don't take requests, so they have a bunch of soundclips with people talking about how they don't take requests, and it's almost enough to induce rage blackouts. What crackerjack think tank came up with that idea? The radio station that I listened to back home (when I listened to the radio), as their gimmick had the title and artist after every song. That was useful and non-annoying. There was a span of several years where I knew what songs were called and who sang them! It was awesome. So spare me your b.s., Jack f.m. and just stick to playing songs. Humor is so not your thing.
And to end this on a more positive note, I really really love Journey's Don't Stop Believing. Without irony.
Now I must go clean my bathroom for impending brother arrival.
So, I think my ipod has up and died on me. I've tried all the fix it things on the website, and ipod's all, "bitch, please." I am very very sad, as I lack the funds to replace it, and am too lazy at the moment to see about getting it fixed. It's funny how you don't realize how much you depend on your ipod until it quits on you.
I also seem to have gotten on some special myspace filter or another, as in the past two days I've gotten at least a dozen spams and inappropriate requests. Seriously, what? I've had my myspace for awhile now, and this is just now happening? I'm baffled.
In good news, my brother is coming on Thursday for a long weekend visit. I'm excited to show him around a little. And take him to see Cory Branan. Heh. Should be good times. This means I must make some mixed cds to subject him to while we're driving around, as my freaking ipod is dead!!!
