We have a winner from last week! the lovely and talented B.E. Earl correctly identified
Take me now, we can spin the sun around And the stars will all come out Then we'll turn and come back down Turn and come back down
from "Aurora" by the Foo Fighters. Bravo, Earl, bravo!! Onto this week's clue:
'til the sun that loves you proud When the system tries to bring you down Every hand to shine tonight You don't need darkness to do what you think is right
I love it when I am idling in my car in the left turn lane at a red light or stop sign, and someone making a left turn onto the street I am waiting on gives me a dirty look because my presence actually means that they have to stay on the correct side of the road. Fuck you.
I love being allergic to the city in which I live.
I love the Jackson Five cover of "Doctor My Eyes".
I love that those pigfuckers at FOX cancelled "Dollhouse".
We have a winner from last week! The lovely and talented Richard correctly identified
I want you to leave right now, stay away from me, and don't come near me again.We're not going to get involved. Last night was last night, and it's all there was, and it's all there is. There isn't going to be anything more between us. So please. Goodbye, good luck, no conversation, just leave.
from "North by Northwest". Bravo, Richard, bravo!!! Onto this week's clue, a movie from 1999:
Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
So, it's come to my attention that I mostly have this blog to amuse myself. I mean, sure, people will sometimes guess at the lyric or movie quote games, but I rarely garner, or earn,(or deserve for that matter), many comments on my posts. And I will be honest, that bothered me for awhile.I joined up with some of the site traffic things, and I did the old "comment to get comments" thing, and it really didn't work. And I really didn't care for it. I read the blogs I read, and if I have something to add, I'll comment. I don't like commenting just to comment, so that people will come to my blog.And I'd rather not have people comment here just to drive traffic back to their own blogs. If you have something to say, cool, share it. If not, cool too. I just hope you enjoy what you read, on some level.
And I suppose it's probably that kind of attitude that accounts for my lack of comments. I just don't inspire people to say anything.And I guess that's okay.I guess it has to be.
I'm not exactly why I'm writing this right now.I guess because I didn't really have much else to say, and I was thinking I should post anyway, and then I guess I started wondering WHY I should post anyway.And this is going to sound much more self-pitying than I intend it to, but I don't think anyone(besides me) really gives a crap if I don't write anything. I like this blog. I like posting my inane shit to it.
I have been writing up some short stories lately...I don't know if they will ever see the light of day, but I like those too.And I'ma keep on writing them.
And again, I'm not doing this to drum up sympathy or get comments, because I do really think I have reached a point where I just don't envision this thing in that way anymore. It feels kinda good, actually.
What the what ?
Is that post title a PE reference ?
Sure as shit, it is.
Sorry this post is later than usual, I didn't have a chance to write it earlier this morning, so I'm gittin' to it when I kin git to it! Which today is whilst I am eating my lunch(PB&J on wheat, apple, and some Cheez-Its).
I also don't have a helluva lot to say. things are things, Life is life and all that shit.
Didn't sleep very well last night, But you don't really care do you ? I mean, shit, I don't even care about my fucking whining, why should you, right ?
I'm re-reading "On the Road"-Man, that's a fucking fantastic book.
My re-watch of Lost has entered Season 2. I'm pretty far behind schedule, but I think I'll be able to catch up by January. One thing I'll say about the re-watch, it's reminding me why I hated Charlie so much.I'm back to being glad he's dead.
Got the new Weezer album last night. Digging it.
Remind me to tell you the saga of replacing my under warranty broken cell phone. I don't really know that it qualifies as a saga, but it's a longer tale then i feel like telling you right now.Plus, it does not technically have a conclusion yet.
I suppose I need to write up a bit about Halloween as well. I can leave you with a shot for my costume:
I was Obi-Joe-Bob Kenobi. The theme of the party was "The Redneck Olympics". It was a blast.
Later, Crimestoppers. I'll try and do better tomorrow.
We have no winner from last week. Nobody recognized
"You know what Henry? You're a regular barnyard exhibit. Sheep's eyes, chicken guts, piggy friends... and SHIT for brains!"
from "Creepshow"!Onto this week's clue, A movie from 1959:
I want you to leave right now, stay away from me, and don't come near me again.We're not going to get involved. Last night was last night, and it's all there was, and it's all there is. There isn't going to be anything more between us. So please. Goodbye, good luck, no conversation, just leave.
Wow, is it Monday again already ? Time sure does fly.
For today's Monday memory, we have set the wayback machine to May of 2006. A simpler time, when we suffered a bit of craziness through the baby monitor...Enjoy, Crimestoppers!
That's Not Our Baby....
Okay, so Saturday afternoon,/evening My Special Lady and I both notice a high pitched whine/buzz/squeal emanating from the baby monitor...My first thought is..."Sweet Jesus,a lemur has broken into the babies' room and is attempting to carry them off into the forest !!"(sadly enough, that really WAS my first thought) But then I realized that they were in the living room with us, so that made the lemur attack MUCH less likely...Truthfully, I was a little disappointed, as I thought that defending the girls from a lemur attack might score me some major points with My Special Lady, and maybe, just MAYBE get me a special interest story in that holy grail of special human interest, PEOPLE magazine !! But, I digress....So, just what the FUCK is that sound from the monitor ? I checked and our cell phones were not near it, so it wasn't that...I moved it around the room a little, didn't help any...Our ears were beginning to bleed, and we were going to soon act like extras from "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest"... Then we heard a conversation ever so faintly over the monitor...So we came to the conclusion that we were indeed picking up a signal from somewhere else...I tried all sort of permutations to try and fix the problem, I changed the channel on the monitors, I switched out the monitors with our "secondary" set(we bought a second monitor set to have one in the extra room, but that luckily worked with the first monitor, so we only had to use the speaker part)...Nothing worked...So we just figured that at some point the other machine(whatever, wherever it may be) would get turned off, and everything would be hunky dory. WRONG !!!!!...Bedtime arrived(much earlier than I would like to admit) and we still had the War Of the Worlds sound effects record playing through the baby monitor, so we resigned ourselves to dealing with it overnight, and then going out on Sunday to try and find another monitor that might be less likely to pick up extraneous signals...Somewhere around 1 a.m, My Special Lady and I are both blasted awake by a SCREAMING, CRYING BABY !!! Our system is that we each have one of the twins each night, so we usually figure out who is crying, and then the person assigned will deal with the baby...Well, this scream was unidentifiable, so we both did the zombie walk ALL THE WAY TO THE OTHER END OF THE APARTMENT(which, if you are tired enough is really really far away !!) and enter the girls room, both of us secretly hoping that the baby crying is the other parent's responsibility for the evening...And we see that both babies are fast asleep...We both just kinda stared for few minutes, waiting for Allen Funt or Bob Saget to come out. And then it occurs to my Special Lady..."That's not our baby" she says...And for a split second I though we were in a trailer for a new horror/thriller movie...Mother:"THAT'S NOT OUR BABY !!" Father: "Damn you, Genesis Project !!" Voice Over:Coming in May, "The Genesis Project:Who's Baby Is This?"...But then I realized what she was saying: we were picking up someone else's baby crying on our monitor, and man, they must have had the monitor tied to the front of the kid's face, because this shit was LOUD !!!! And it felt like it took the parents forever to come to the rescue...Luckily, that was the only incident that night, and the next morning, I realized that there was a channel control on the receiver as well as the monitor, and when I changed them all, we lost the whine/buzz/squeal for good...Huzzah for me for taking two days to figure that out !! And that is that story... Oh and by the way, this is my 300th post !!! Whoopeee !!! No, no don't get up...A standing ovation is not necessary...
School of Rock: Sonic Saturday- Super Spooooky Edition!
BOO!
Ha! It's just me...But I scared you, didn't I ? Sure I did.It's okay to admit it...Do you need to change your shorts? I'm kidding, of course.
But I'm NOT kidding about the fact that it's HALLOWEEN!!!! Ooooh, scary! So here at the Sandwich Flats Campus of the School of Rock, we're gonna kick back on this Sonic Saturday with some spoooooky videos!!
Happy Halloween!!!!
Monster Mash- Bobby "Boris" Pickett & the Cryptkickers
School of Rock: Sonic Saturday 11/14/2009
